“He’s a million rubber bands in his resilience.”

I have had the rich satisfaction of knowing and working with many openly gay and lesbian Americans.

Now it’s just sharp elbows, and instead of having a caucus where you sit down and say, ‘What are you doing for your country?’ you sit figuring out how to screw the other side.

And I have come to realize that “gay” is an artificial category when it comes to measuring a man or woman’s on-the-job performance or commitment to shared goals.

Those who travel the high road of humility are not troubled by heavy traffic.

An educated man is thoroughly inoculated against humbug, thinks for himself and tries to give his thoughts, in speech or on paper, some style.

We have two political parties in this country, the Stupid Party and the Evil Party. I belong to the Stupid Party.

It doesn’t matter is you call it ‘Obama-care’ or ‘Elvis Presley care’ or ‘I-don’t-care care.’ It cannot sustain itself in its present form.

Reagan didn’t put anything off the table, if he felt it was for the good of the American people to tweak the tax system.

In your country club, your church, and business, about fifteen percent of the people are screwballs, lightweights, and boobs, and you would not want those people unrepresented in Congress.

If you have integrity, nothing else matters. If you don’t have integrity, nothing else matters.

There is no “slippery slope” toward loss of liberty, only a long staircase where each step down must first be tolerated by the American people and their leaders.

Here is what she said, ‘I believe the truth is that we have no strong causal link between IRCA and discrimination.

Grandchildren now don’t write a thank you for the Christmas presents.

If you torture statistics long enough, they’ll eventually confess the truth

Every time one of us starts talking about more effective immigration controls, somebody else throws up the Statue of Liberty, how we’re a nation of immigrants and all of that.

The debate takes on tinges of racism, emotion.

I was a fairly good amateur musician, and I was an average professional. But the one thing I saw was that the big band business was fading.

There is nothing in art, in philosophy, or in politics to match the fervor of mutual cooperation among discordant bands of fanatics.

But the live band is now becoming ancient history in Thailand, Cambodia, and Burma.

And there are places on the border, such as the Arizona desert or the open terrain around the Big Bend in South Texas, where Mother Nature has created her own barrier that is not easily passable. Or if you do pass through it, you are easily detected.

Our jobs make relentless calls on a narrow band of our faculties, reducing our chances of achieving rounded personalities and leaving us to suspect (often in the gathering darkness of a Sunday evening) that much of who we are, or could be, has gone unexplored.

Buy our album, were Nirvana, a garage band from Seattle. Well, it sure beats raising cattle.

One of my pet peeves is that sometimes the talents of my band get overlooked because, and it was the same problem that Frank Zappa had, with a lot of groups that use humor, people don’t realize there’s a lot of craft behind the comedy.

I’ve been saying for almost 20 years that I need to do a jazz project and it ought to be either big band or I should do some jazz songs with a trio or quartet.