The infidels are committing suicide by the hundreds on the gates of Baghdad... Be assured, Baghdad is safe, protected. Iraqis are heroes.

The fact is that as soon as they reach Baghdad gates, we will besiege them and slaughter them.

Until now they have refused to do battle with us. They are just going places.

They are sick in their minds. They say they brought 65 tanks into center of city. I say to you this talk is not true. This is part of their sick mind.

It has been rumored that we have fired scud missiles into Kuwait. I am here now to tell you, we do not have any scud missiles and I don't know why they were fired into Kuwait.

They think we are retarded. They are retarded.

.....they had burnt and destroyed around 30 vehicles, including tanks and APC's and damaged three enemy helicopters. God bless the fighters of the Arab Socialist Ba'th Party.

These cowards have no morals. They have no shame about lying.

We butchered the force present at the airport, we are destroying them.

There are no American infidels in Baghdad. Never!

When we were making the law, when we were writing the literature and the mathematics the grandfarthers of Blair and little Bush were scratching around in caves.

Life is like a boxing match, it seems, society has not been able to abolish human sadness, no political system can deliver us from the pain of living, from our fear of crime

In protesting for your rights in any form you may, but it's only good, If they can understand your problems and feelings and not only to judge you.

Deep, hearty, clean and compassionate laughter is vitamin-tastic fuel for the soul.

There are rules which are meant to break. There are roads not to be followed.There are memories meant to leave.There are so many things we should not care about.

Continuous delivery without continuous feedback is very, very dangerous.

Trying and getting hurt can't possibly be worse for you than being... stuck.

I pass by that it is very culpable to be facetious in obscene and smutty matters.

I'm kind of obsessed with food - I really am.

Glory, like the phoenix 'midst her fires, Exhales her odours, blazes, and expires.

Science is a matter of adjusting language to explain material reality. Art is a matter of adjusting material reality to create a sense of life.