“I’m exactly as I appear. There is no warm, lovable person inside. Beneath my cold exterior, once you break the ice, you find cold water.”

In essence, Clinton’s Anti-Terrorism Act would set up a national police force, over the long-dead bodies of the founders.

All in all, I would not have missed this century for the world.

Half of the American people have never read a newspaper. Half never voted for President. One hopes it is the same half.

The genius of our ruling class is that it has kept a majority of the people from ever questioning the inequity of a system where most people drudge along, paying heavy taxes for which they get nothing in return.

There is no human problem which could not be solved if people would simply do as I advise.

The four most beautiful words in our common language: I told you so.

As a schoolboy, I read most of Carl Sandburg’s six-volume biography of Abraham Lincoln.

That loyal retainer of the Chase Manhattan Bank, the American president.

In character, as it were, the writer settles for an impression of what happened rather than creating the sense of the thing happening.

At any given moment, public opinion is a chaos of superstition, misinformation and prejudice.

I was like everyone else when Obama was elected – optimistic.

Some writers take to drink, others take to audiences.

Baseball is the favorite American sport because it’s so slow. Any idiot can follow it. And just about any idiot can play it.

One is sorry one could not have taken both branches of the road. But we were not allotted multiple selves.

Ayn Rand is a rhetorician who writes novels I have never been able to read.

Our form of democracy is bribery, on the highest scale.

I would have sat with you in the fire of any trauma how warm it must have felt to be met with a love like mine.

There are people that start a fire in us that keeps warming us on the dark days.

The agony comes in waves. Pulling me down into its treacherous depths disguised as love. You are inviting and warm, but unpredictable and dangerous.

There will never be a day, I am not thankful for the fire you brought to my life that still warms me to the bones.

This winter is quite inviting knowing your warm hands will be upon mine every minute.

Miracles don’t exist it’s just the good deeds that pile up, the warm smiles and love. Eventually all of it overflows and creates what appears to be a miracle.

She undresses like honey In a half emptied bottle, it is warm it is good it is god.

Your lips were soft and tender, warm like september. Every moment spent with you made me feel wild and brand new.