It never got weird enough for me.

I had a soft-spot in my heart for Ronald Reagan, if only because he was a sportswriter in his youth.

These things happen. One day you run everything, and the next day you run like a dog.

One of the advantages of being dead, I guess, is that somebody else can edit all this.

You can’t play city rules when you live in a jungle.

All we have to do is get out and vote, while it's still legal, and we will wash those crooked warmongers out of the White House.

I am surprised and embarrassed to be a part of the first American generation to leave the country in far worse shape than it was when we first came into it.