“My job is to watch the powerful. It’s a simple job description, watch powerful people and make sure they don’t hurt the folks.”

I would decriminalize marijuana, but you step out of your house high and you bother somebody else in any way, shape or form, I’m going to slap a fine on you that’s going to curl your hair!

I used to be a wicked disco guy.

When I die, I don’t want my demise to be used as a political rally, and that’s what happened yesterday.

Jobs that cannot be delivered must never be promised. It’s unfair to raise people’s hopes that way.

President Ted Cruz is going to send the feds to his house, take him out and put him on a plane.

Now everybody’s paying higher premiums and more deductibles that’s coming out of working people’s pockets and that’s one of the reasons that his legacy has been refuted.

They established their patriotic credentials long ago, and are either supportive of the Bush agenda or know when to keep their traps shut.

Tide comes in, tide goes out, you can’t explain it!

Look, I debate for a living so I don’t need to learn any lessons from amateurs.

We told you this would happen, if gay marriage is legalized, then much chaos would follow.

I’ve done more for the 9/11 families, by their own admission, I’ve done more for them than you will ever hope to do so you keep your mouth shut.

I submit that President Obama and all the democrat politicians that voted for Obamacare never even read the proposed law.

You must set a goal and win in the marketplace no matter what the air temperature. You must pay the price for success.

You have to reject that, and it doesn’t seem–and I’m broadly speaking here, but a lot of African-Americans won’t reject it

You could put on monkeys jumping up and down and get bigger numbers than MSNBC.

So every predator in the world is gonna pick that up at two in the morning. She’s walking by herself on the West Side Highway, and she gets picked up by a thug. All right. Now she’s out of her mind, drunk.

Unlike dragons, I love spicy salsa. In fact, the spicier the better.

I like crunchy, Tex-Mex, cheese-slathered too, but I prefer to keep it simple.

The stakes are so high just for someone to make a simple exit.

In Chekhov, when people leave, a carriage is taking them away forever.

I’m not sexist, I’m just a realist.

The sin of capitalism, perhaps, is to make wants feel like needs, to give to simple silly stuff the urgency of near-physical necessity: I must have it.

I don’t care if people think I’m gay. I know I’m not, so it doesn’t bother me.

It struck me that our history is contained in the home we live in, that we are shaped by the ability of these simple structures to resist being defiled