About 75 percent of the crude oil marketed here is sold off the books, and they are doing trades that would be illegal if it was a regulated market, and of course they do not want to regulate it.

Essentially, when we run a deficit, we are borrowing money to buy things that are made overseas.

The U.S. must renounce any U.S. interest in constructing permanent U.S. military bases in Iraq.

In crude oil trading, we have seen a 46 percent increase over 1 year in the margins there.

The U.S. cannot force Sunnis, Shias, and Kurds to make peace or to act for the common good. They have been in conflict for 1,400 years.

The crude oil market, unlike every other commodity in America, is virtually unregulated.

It was Osama bin Laden and al-Qaeda who attacked the U.S. on September 11, 2001, not Saddam Hussein and Iraq.

Even the majority of the Sunnis have grown tired of foreign terrorists operating in Iraq.

There is no free market in oil.

Insecurity is failing the American people miserably.

Given the large size of the illegal harvest, ... I find it difficult to understand how this could have been a casual oversight.

Find a vocation and passionately commit your life to it.

Imagination is heavenly.

I just finished running, and I look and smell like nothing very pleasant. Why, oh, why did he have to bump into me now?

I go where I'm stimulated. If I'm stimulated, I show up. As Mick Jagger sings: It's my life and I'll do what I want.

It seems to me that good novels celebrate the mystery in ordinary life, and summing it all up in psychological terms strips the mystery away

If skills sold truth be told I'd probably be lyrically Talib Kweli Truthfully I want to rhyme like Common Sense (But I did five Mil) I ain't been rhyming like Common since.

My work is to be honest. My work is to try to think clearly, then have the courage to make sure that what I say is the truth.

I turn my gaze inward. I fix it there and keep it busy. I look inside myself. I continually observe myself.

Low gurgling laughter, as sweet As the swallow's song i' the South, And a ripple of dimples that, dancing, meet By the curves of a perfect mouth.

The more I risk being rejected, the better my chances are of being accepted.