The element which is conveniently missing from today's Republican Party is the human one. People's hopes and realities become numbers and words, devoid of personality and easy to erase.

If you have to lie, cheat, steal, obstruct and bully to get your point across, it must not be a point capable of surviving on its own merits.

If only Coca-Cola had had the kind of message to accompany its addictive deliciousness that Fox News has, we'd all be speaking Cokelish today.

From the moment America went full-on industrial, it seems like it's been a steady path towards people never having to be physically present in order to satisfy their needs.

A nation is not a budget, no matter how much ideologues want it to be so.

Everything sells. Like integrity. Like democracy. Like truth. Like deeds.

A product is usually created to improve people's lives; otherwise, why buy it? I'm no genius, but I am an American, and gosh-darnit, I consume, so I know what I'm talking about.

Right-wing extremism is all about patience. That is, until it makes its move, and then it is sudden and explosive.

The spectacle of insensitivity that is the gun lobby and its outspoken, out-of-their-mind apparatchiks, is the apotheosis of what the Republican Party has allowed itself to become.

I've rarely gotten a good review in my life, yet, to paraphrase Noel Coward, I am happy to console myself with the bitter palliative of commercial success.

The right-wing just loves making a big entrance.

Yes, sir, there are things to see and do on the French Riviera without spending money.

The illegal we do immediately. The unconstitutional takes a little longer.

You have to know the reality and the reality is that we are eternal.

When I'm in the second attention, when I stop looking through eyes that have been formed for me by others, I see something else. I see power.

Do what makes you happy! It's that simple.

What have you done for YOURSELF this year to create a better life?

It's possible for the heavyweight champion of the world to be with one woman.

The longest wave is quickly lost in the sea.

I see a poem as a multi-coloured strip behind peeling plaster, in separate, shining fragments.

Now the whole worlds calling me a killer all I ever did was try to reach the kids with the realer.