When riding my old Harley a ninety per at midnight down the Via Roma in Naples, I kept one consolation firmly in mind: If anything goes wrong, I'll never have time to regret it.

I know my own nation best. That's why I despise it the most. And know and love my own people, too, the swine. I'm a patriot. A dangerous man.

Except for the scale of the operation, there was nothing unusual about Hitler's massacre of the Jews. Genocide's an old tradition, as human as mother love or cherry pie.

When the biggest, richest, glassiest buildings in town are the banks, you know that town's in trouble.

Freedom begins between the ears.

In a nation of sheep, one brave man forms a majority.

Only a fool is astonished by the foolishness of mankind.