We will push those crooks, those mercenaries back into the swamp

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.

Be kind and considerate with your criticism... It's just as hard to write a bad book as it is to write a good book.

Gods must be crazyFlowers must be daisyClouds must be hazyWinds must be lazyWhat else it could be…My heart must be in love lately…

Absolutely, I think that is where a scent is so powerful because it harnesses our memory and our memory is a very emotional place. I do like the smell of excitement.

I've never been all that interested or aware of what people are thinking about me or saying about me. I think that has kept me safest and sanest.

Keep good company, and you shall be of the number.

It would be good if we bore one another's burdens.

People don't stand up and protect their dreams because they get spoofed in a way.

I don't like very young women very much. Never did.

Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

At the end of a marathon, it's going to hurt whether you're speeding up or slowing down. You may as well push.