“When you’re fighting for economic and social justice, you’re always fighting for the minority.”

The only medal that I am certain I deserved is the Purple Heart.

There is no force more liberating than the knowledge that you are fighting for others.

Cuba wants to get rid of a dictator, and baseball needs a dictator.

The moment you say, ‘I want to do a role,’ the story suffers. I don’t set priorities in terms of roles or scripts.

The idea that somebody who has done something horrible in a war is not willing to talk about it for 32 years is hardly a shocking idea. Quite the contrary.

Kindness that catches us by surprise brings out the best in our natures.

If you look beyond the short term violence and instability, you do see significant activities on the part of the Iraqi people that indicate they understand the commitment necessary to govern themselves. Its not clear how they will do it, but it never is.

Unexpected kindness is the most powerful, least costly, and most underrated agent of human change.

Clinton’s an unusually good liar. Unusually Good. Do you realize that?

I’ve been a Yankees fan since I was six.

I always make it a rule to let the other fellow fire first. If a man wants to fight, I argue the question with him and try to show him how foolish it would be. If he can’t be dissuaded, why then the fun begins but I always let him have first crack.

The cause of the South was the cause of constitutional government, the cause of government regulated by law, and the cause of honesty and fidelity in public servants.

I want to do it all. I want to climb mountains, go through jungles, fight wars in space, get the girl, shoot the bad-guy full of lead, have all the zippy one liners, bulge muscles out of a singlet, drip sweat and blood on screen, all of that.

Oppression does not know the meaning of provincial boundaries. Aren’t our energies better spent fighting the common enemy instead of each other?

A man’s greatest battles are the ones he fights within himself.

They’re a symbol of the whole town, pretending to fight, love, weep and laugh all the time – and they’re phonies, all of them. And I head the list…their phony hearts were dripping with the milk of human kindness.

We’re living through a time where we are fighting wars fostered by politics, admittedly not on the same scale as the First World War, but with equally tragic realities for our soldiers and their families.

You learn nothing about someone by the way they win the fight, you learn everything about the way they lose and keep coming back.