It's easy to manipulate your children when they're absolutely sure you're stupid.

In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him.

America's intellectual community has never been very bright. Or honest. They're all sheep, following whatever the intellectual fashion of the decade happens to be. Demanding that everyone follow their dicta in lockstep. Everyone has to be open-minded and tolerant of the things they believe, but God forbid they should ever concede, even for a moment, that someone who disagrees with them might have some fingerhold of truth.

I've got a pretty good idea what children are, and we're not children. Children can lose sometimes, and nobody cares.

When there aren't any smart decisions, I suppose you just have to pick the stupid decision you like best.

Once you get a brother, you don’t give him up easy.

This emotion I'm feeling now, this is love, right?