“I find that whenever I am in power, or my father was in power, somehow good things happen. The economy picks up, we have good rains, water comes, people have crops. I think the reason this happens is that we want to give love and we receive love.”

Democracy is the best revenge. After Benazir Bhutto’s death, her son’s brief public remarks were captured on video, and they were reported in international newspapers. Bilawal Bhutto Zardari announced, “My mother always said, ‘ Democracy is the best revenge.

No, I am not pregnant. I am fat. And, as the Prime Minister, its my right to be fat if I want to.

My goal is to prove that the fundamental battle for the hearts and minds of a generation can be accomplished only under democracy.

Democracy is necessary to peace and to undermining the forces of terrorism.

Whatever my aims and agendas were, I never asked for power.

It is one thing being able to contest an election and to give the people hope that I can be the next prime minister. It is a totally different situation where the people of Pakistan are told that the results are already taken and the leader of your choice is banned.

The Orange Revolution in Ukraine is a good example of how people, who are robbed of their right to vote, can protest and put an end to dictatorship.

Democracy is the best revenge.

It’s quite difficult for me not to be able to return to my country, but in my country justice has been murdered.

Democracy needs support, and the best support for democracy comes from other democracies.

[On Richard M. Nixon:] Americans began with a president who couldn’t tell a lie and now they have one who can’t tell the truth.

The political parties have unanimously rejected the one-man constitutional changes.

Every dictator uses religion as a prop to keep himself in power.

The clerics took to the mosque saying that Pakistan had thrown itself outside the Muslim world and the Muslim umar by voting for a woman, that a woman had usurped a man’s place in the Islamic society.

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

Like all children I had taken my father for granted. Now that I had lost him, I felt an emptiness that could never be filled. But I did not let myself cry, believing as a Muslim that tears pull a spirit earthward and won’t let it be free.