“I never said I was gay, because I don’t think anyone is.”

If you are a Representative and want to be a Senator, you must be careful not to do anything which might upset the various forces you need to harness to get elected.

The Turner Diaries’ is a racist daydream by a former physics teacher writing under the pseudonym Andrew Macdonald.

On September 5, 1774, forty-five of the weightiest colonial men formed the First Continental Congress at Philadelphia.

The media can’t get anything straight.

I never miss a chance to have sex or appear on television.

Like the TV networks, once our government has a hit, it will be repeated over and over again.

Now you have people in Washington who have no interest in the country at all. They’re interested in their companies, their corporations grabbing Caspian oil.

Having no contemporaries left means you cannot say, ‘Well, so-and-so will like this,’ which you do when you’re younger. You realize there is no so-and-so anymore. You are your own so-and-so. There is a bleak side to it.

By the end of World War II, we were the most powerful and least damaged of the great nations. We also had most of the money. America’s hegemony lasted exactly five years.

I’ve yet to read a memoir by anyone I’ve known at all well that came anywhere near to the truth.

What the police in their ignorance have not figured out is that they have lost all credibility since World War II. They are sort of parasites on the fringe of society and do no particular good for anyone except possibly themselves.

Boys don’t like girls around when they do boy things.

American history has fallen more and more into the hands of academics.

I was raised in the Washington household of my grandfather Senator Thomas P. Gore of Oklahoma, and have known politicians intimately all my life.

I can’t name three first-rate literary critics in the United States. I’m told there are a few hidden away at universities, but they don’t print them in ‘The New York Times.’

Some have deplored Lincoln’s indifference to Christianity. But it was not religion, it was religiosity that put him off.

It is no longer the sexual which is indecent, it is the sentimental.

I am not a prisoner of my sexuality like men younger than myself although I write about being a prisoner.

When I get that feeling, I want some sexual healing.

Sexual healing is good for me.

The suppressed lesbian I had been carrying in me since adolescence began to stretch her limbs.

Obviously, in dealing with a relationship, sexuality has to be involved, and jealousy and emotions like that. And I don’t know, I’ve always been intrigued by those emotions.

I’m proud of my sexuality. I embrace it. It’s just another part of me.

I’m proud of my sexuality.