“By the time a man gets to be presidential material, he’s been bought ten times over.”

To get people to do needed things is the perennial hard task of government, not to mention of religion and philosophy.

Jews, blacks and homosexuals are despised by the Christian and Communist majorities of East and West. Also, as a result of the invention of Israel, Jews can now count on the hatred of the Islamic world.

In the German concentration camps, Jews wore yellow stars while homosexuals wore pink lambdas.

Europe began as the relatively empty, uncivilized Wild West of Asia; then the Western Hemisphere became the Wild West of Europe. Now the sun has set in our West and risen once more in the East.

Americans have no idea of the extent of their government’s mischief… the number of military strikes we have made unprovoked, against other countries, since 1947 is more than 250.

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.

It is like the ant who suddenly finds food and walks back to the anthill while sending out material called food attracting substance.

When you’re writing there’s no one to collaborate with, there’s no material to look at. I haven’t adapted something yet, so, I’m sure that would be helpful. When you’re writing an original piece you have nothing.

I’m starting to relate more to the late-period Kerouac stuff in the way that I once related to the fun and excitement of the early material. There’s a darkness inside of me that I’m only now starting to come to grips with and accept. And it’s starting to scare me.

To a historian libraries are food, shelter, and even muse. They are of two kinds: the library of published material, books, pamphlets, periodicals, and the archive of unpublished papers and documents.

An idea, like a machine, must have power applied to it before it can accomplish anything.

Money may be the husk of many things but not the kernel. It brings you food, but not appetite; medicine, but not health; acquaintance, but not friends; servants, but not loyalty; days of joy, but not peace or happiness.

Once you start rewriting, you’re not able to stop. With each draft the fundamental banality and worthlessness of the material becomes more evident even as its vitality and spontaneity are drained from it.

A book is a box brimming with incendiary material. The reader strikes the match.