“That he armed the Mujahideen, that he armed Saddam, that he armed Iran, that he armed two-thirds of the Axis of Evil, and that he funded terrorists in Central America. He was, in my mind, a terrible president.”

But in the right-wing media, they do have a right-wing bias. And they also have an agenda. So their agenda is: we’re an adjunct of the Republican Party, and we’re going push that agenda every day, and, as you say, brand these stories that help further the right-wing cause.

Well, a lot of politics is communicating with people, and obviously comedy has something to do with that.

I think if you’re going to do a movie about Reagan, you do it about the fact that he created the huge deficit.

My parents didn’t make a lot of money. My dad was not a high school graduate.

Anybody who deliberately propagandizes with lies should be held up to scorn and ridicule.

My dad always told me to stand up to bullies, and Bill O’Reilly is kind of a bully, and he’s the kind of kid who hits other kids on the playground.

I grew up in Minnesota, where we treasure our tradition of civic engagement – and our record of having the nation’s highest voter participation.

I’m angry at the right wing media. And by that I don’t mean the media is right wing.

I’m crushed by the responsibility of writing a satirical book.

It’s easier to put on slippers than to carpet the whole world.

I’ve spent my entire career being a satirist.

To ask whether the mainstream media has a conservative or liberal bias is like asking whether al-Qaida uses too much oil in their hummus. It’s – I think they might use too much oil in their hummus – but it’s the wrong question.

Oh, no, you’re kidding.’ I go, ‘No, I’m really honest.’

When a company is able to establish a dominant market position, consumers lose meaningful choices.

This is something I learned only too well years ago when I did a fundraiser for Pol Pot. A few years later I saw ‘The Killing Fields,’ and I’ve got to tell you, I just felt like a schmuck.

At ‘SNL,’ I wrote political stuff, but I never felt the show should have an axe to grind. But when I left in ’95, I could let my own beliefs out.

Armed with nothing more than a Facebook user’s phone number and home address.

A monarch should be ever intent on conquest, lest his neighbours rise in arms against him.

I don’t know what it’s like to be an arm amputee, or have even one flesh-and-bone leg, or to have cerebral palsy.

In their country, two fellow coutrymen whose paths berely cross (or see each only only briefly) with inferrence, would effusively rush themselves up (or throw themselves) into each other arms if they would happen to meet in a desert, among Cannibles.

When I was fired from my post as General of the Fighter Arm

I’m not going to go through life with one arm tied behind my back.

The joy and happiness it gives you or the emotions you go through when you hold your child in your arms for the first time are indescribable!

An outrageous instinct to love and be loved blinded your arms to lines of propriety