I hate the Republicans and everything they stand for...

I've waffled before. I'll waffle again.

I still want to be the candidate for guys with Confederate flags in their pickup trucks.

I was hoping to get a reception like this, I'd just hoped that it would be on Thursday night instead of Tuesday night.

I'm a committed Christian. I worship in my own way. That's my business. That's not the business of the pharisees who are going to preach to me about what I do and then do something else.

I'm just deeply disappointed that once again we may have to settle for the lesser of two evils.

We know that no one person can succeed unless everybody else succeeds.

I think with a lifetime appointment to the Supreme Court, you can't play, you know, hide the salami, or whatever it's called.

Tom DeLay ought to go back to Houston where he can serve his jail sentence.

I think the recovery hasn't been stronger because the hole that was dug for President Obama by the Bush administration was far worse than anybody could imagine, first of all.

The Democratic Party, all the candidates from Washington, they all know each other, they all move in the same circles, and what I'm doing is breaking into the country club.

How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, "Your God reigns!"Isaiah 52:7

How terrible, " said Eragon, "to die alone, separate even from the one who is closest to

My only advice is, follow your dream and do whatever you like to do the most. I chose journalism because I wanted to be in the places where history was being made.

We're here to learn how to worship consciousness and radiance, evoke it in each other, and tolerate nothing less than our deepest love.

The great networks are there to prove that ideas can be canned like spaghetti. If everything ends up by tasting like everything else, is that not the evidence that it has been properly cooked?

Five to six thousand people die every year waiting for organs, but nobody cares.

Because of the myth of progress, it is much easier to sell a man an electric razor than a straight-edged one.

Because I was successful over the years, I never had the opportunity to do the stuff I really wanted.

My mind works like Google for images. You put in a key word; it brings up pictures. See language for me narrates the pictures in my mind.

What multitudes, O Lord, do this day join hands with Pelagius in contending for free will and in fighting ... free grace.