I am haunted by the demon of error - error in determining guilt and error in determining who among the guilty deserves to die.

While I have served in public office for 30 years, my professional training is as a pharmacist, not a lawyer or an accountant.

I support the death penalty. But I also think there has to be no margin for error.

Because the Illinois death penalty system is arbitrary and capricious - and therefore immoral - I no longer shall tinker with the machinery of death.

I'm going to sleep well tonight knowing that I made the right decision.

Was I involved in selling drivers licenses to people illegally? Hell no I wasn't. Would I have tolerated it? Hell no.

Come aboard if your destination is oblivion - it should be our next stop.

Even schools for Negroes, then, are places where they must be convinced of their inferiority.

During the cold war, West Berlin was an exclave - a tiny outpost of liberalism surrounded by people who want to crush it. It was like Austin, Texas.

Many people feel they must multi-task because everybody else is multitasking, but this is partly because they are all interrupting each other so much.

I'm fond of online testimonials: people writing about their experiences with ghosts or drugs or bad boyfriends.

Our capacity for self-deception has no known limits

Nature's law, That man was made to mourn. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best!

To stick to the present and not let it pass without drawing some profit from it, that's what I think duty is. ...let us perservere as far as we can rather today than tomorrow.

The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?