“Jerry Falwell can go straight to hell – and I mean that in a Christian way.”

I’d like to be remembered as someone who was a champion of peace and human rights.

Unless both sides win, no agreement can be permanent.

Communicating our questions, hopes, and fears in prayer makes them-even to ourselves-more open and clear.

The test of a government is not how popular it is with the powerful and privileged few but how honestly and fairly it deals with the many who must depend on it.

We simply must have faith in each other, faith in our ability to govern ourselves, and faith in the future of this Nation. Restoring that faith and that confidence to America is now the most important task we face.

One of our nation’s greatest leaders of all time was Hubert Horatio Hornblower.

We know that a peaceful world cannot long exist, one-third rich and two-thirds hungry.

I hate to see complacency prevail in our lives when it’s so directly contrary to the teaching of Christ.

Penalties against possession of a drug should not be more damaging to an individual than the use of the drug itself.

Faith implies a continuing search, not necessarily a final answer.

It’s not necessary to fear the prospect of failure but to be determined not to fail.

Because (grandparents) are usually free to love and guide and befriend the young without having to take daily responsibility for them, they can often reach out past pride and fear of failure and close the space between generations.

We cannot resort to simplistic or extreme solutions which substitute myths for common sense.

We cannot be both the world’s leading champion of peace and the world’s leading supplier of the weapons of war.

The bond of our common humanity is stronger than the divisiveness of our fears and prejudices.

America did not invent human rights. In a very real sense human rights invented America.

You know it’s going to hell when the best rapper out there is white and the best golfer is black.

You got to believe in yourself. Hell, I believe I’m the best-looking guy in the world and I might be right.

I am hell-bent on loving my hell.

Old habits die hard, so fill up my cup and let’s raise hell in heaven.

Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers.

Book tours are super hard for me as a raging introvert. I love humanity, but actual humans are hard for me. So something like a book tour – where I’m constantly on the road – scares the hell out of me.

But I can’t listen to music too often. It affects your nerves, makes you want to say stupid, nice things, and stroke the heads of people who could create such beauty while living in this vile hell.

I’ll put you through hell, but at the end of it all we’ll be champions.