In a nation ruled by swine, all pigs are upward mobile.

My first feeling was a wild desire to drive a stake in the sand and claim the place for myself. The beach was white as salt, and cut off from the world by a ring of steep hills that faced the sea. We were on the edge of a large bay and the water was that clear, turquoise color that you get with a white sand bottom. I had never seen such a place. I wanted to take off all my clothes and never wear them again.

Richard Nixon was a criminally insane Monster - Bill Clinton is a black-hearted Swine of a friend.

I have warned many times about the guaranteed dangers of betting with your heart instead of your head - big darkness, soon come - but every once in a while you get a fair chance to have it both ways, and the annual NCAA basketball Tournament is one of them.

I felt like a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger: A man on the move, and just sick enough to be totally confident.

We are all wired into a survival trip, now.

The Raiders of old were vicious and crazy and cruel. Hanging around their locker room was like hanging around the weight room at Folsom Prison.