Donald Trump is man of action.

My children are 12, 12, 8, and 7, which is bad idea, bad idea, bad idea, bad idea, for mom going inside.

I went out on my own, years ago, to try to create some additional choices in a parallel universe.

Donald Trump just has always elevated women to the highest echelons.

I never knew I was so stupid or so ugly until there was social media.

Do you think I ran a campaign where white supremacists had a platform? Are you gonna look me in the face and tell me that?

We know there are lots of leaks everywhere. There's nothing we can do about that, except not leak ourselves.

I want to talk about things that are quantifiable, not a bunch of metro riders and crowd sizes.

Usually based on an economic agenda, white working-class voters don't buy into this whole biology-chemistry-abortion-gender agenda as much as they want more take-home pay. They want affordability.

When I see Twitter feeds, when I see words that are people are using to describe Donald Trump, it is incredibly disrespectful to the office.

Hold us accountable. There's no accountability in Washington. Drain the swamp.

Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can get.

The unfortunate thing about working for yourself is that you have the worst boss in the world. I work every day of the year except at Christmas, when I work a half day.

You are a den of vipers and thieves. I intend to rout you out, and by the eternal God, I will rout you out.

I swore that I would never say I miss you more everyday but, some things are better left unsaid.

Always try to create positivity. Even when people aren't.

All but God is changing day by day.

We shouldn't have to be burdened with all the technicalities that come up from time to time with shrewd, smart lawyers interpreting what the laws or what the Constitution may or may not say.

Contented children are valuable, as is the peace that surrounds them.

A lifetime’s work, to try and say one thing that’s true.

A picture, of Jock Semple kissed me,appeared in The New York Times the next day after Boston Marathon in 1973, and the caption was "The end of an era."