People asked me what I want as an epitaph: 'He tried'

You want calamities? What about the Ice Age? God made this world, but didn't complete it.

A shining city is perhaps all the president sees from the portico of the White House and the veranda of his ranch, where everyone seems to be doing well. But there's another part to the shining city. In this part of the city there are more poor than ever, more families in trouble, more and more people who need help but can't find it.

Entertainers and sports figures achieve fame and wealth but find the world empty and dull without the solace and stimulation of drugs.

We believe in encouraging the talented, but we believe that while survival of the fittest may be a good working description of the process of evolution, a government of humans should elevate itself to a higher order.

You campaign in poetry. You govern in prose.

I somehow got this reputation of diddling and dithering. I don't remember dithering at all.