All my forebears worked for a living. My grandfather painted portraits. My mother too. My aunt painted seascapes.

Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.

Language matters because whoever controls the words controls the conversation, because whoever controls the conversation controls its outcome, because whoever frames the debate has already won it, because telling the truth has become harder and harder to achieve in an America drowning in Orwellian Newspeak.

You see a lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy.

Sex and creativity are often seen by dictators as subversive activities.

The Lives of Great Men are more oft' at variance with their profess'd Phillosophies than consistent with 'em.

Betrayal betrays the betrayer.