After that, whenever I drove past Mangakahia, I would empty my ashtray - and I was a heavy smoker in those days - on the road outside the hall.

I've got two shirts still missing from the Bahamas. I'm sure they are part of a youth camping programme somewhere in Tanzania by now.

Greens are not expected to be anything but nice.

Will the United States pull the rug on New Zealand? The answer is no. They might polish the lino a bit harder and hope that I execute a rather unseemly glide across it.

An itinerant masseur, massaging the politically erogenous zones.

Today's Schools are not Tomorrows Schools. That's a fundamental misconception.

Bassett was a member of parliament and a cousin on my father's side of the family. My father delivered him and it became plain in later days that he must have dropped him.

My back is so scar-tissued that you couldn't find a place to slip a knife.

They couldn't, in the National Party, run a bath and if either the deputy leader or the leader tried to, Sir Robert would run away with the plug.

Death is very, very terminal.

I think more than anything, that's when I decided politics was on.

In every sufferings you've encountered, there will be an opportunity to settle things in a right place. If that comes, grab it. Learn to forgive.

I hope, Cecily, I shall not offend you if I state quite frankly and openly that you seem to me to be in every way the visible personification of absolute perfection.

If you're a writer there will come at least one morning in your life when you wake up and want to kill your agent.

The story of the eighties will be the story of the Reagan administration and the many men and women who served in it, some of whom are already out on parole.

Tennessee's a hillbilly dumping ground, and Georgia's a lousy state too.

Hell itself is truth known too late

One Ranger is all you'll ever need. - Ranger

Nowadays, it's good to eat the booty like groceries, but back then, going down on a woman was sort of "Ew."

My father and I marched with Martin Luther King Jr. through the streets of Detroit.

Dogmatism spreads its roots in the fertile soil of uncertainty.