Leonid Breznev was an old man and despite his own military experience in World War II, he on the other hand was not very close to the military.

People who have visions should go see a doctor.

Politicians and journalists share the same fate in that they often understand tomorrow the things they talk about today.

I hate the idea that someone think the destruction of Chicago as strategic affair, the destruction of Hamburg as a tactical one.

Political leaders normally act by making convincing speeches.

Population growth and the proliferation of mega-cities around the world redefines the entire global security agenda.

President [Ronald] Reagan told me he would negotiate and negotiate and negotiate with the Soviets, and I believed him.

I've never been a classic Gaulist! Not a Gaulist at all.

Some of the American military obviously were thinking in terms of fighting a nuclear war. I was opposed to that.

Admirals and Generals always want more ships and more weapons and they take the arguments where they can find them.

I think that the solution of the question of numerical superiority of Russian conventional forces has to be solved.

she's alone but never lonelyshe's been through a lot but never bittershe's loved and lost but keeps on lovingshe lives in the present because that's all there is right now...

I'm ready to take on different selves and experiment and see what happens.

There's ups and downs in this love. Got a lot to learn in this love. Through the good and the bad, still got love.

Sold my guitar to the baker's son for a few crumbs and a place to hide.

Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending from Sinai.

The way we use technology is completely wasteful. We duplicate many vacuum cleaners, tools; In the future we will make the best of equipment and make it available to everyone.

Research to me is as important or more important than the writing. It is the foundation upon which the book is built

How can we expect novelists to be moral, when their trade forces them to treat every end they meet as no more than an imperfect means to a novel?

I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin.

I think the hill one has to trudge in order to understand a man's baggage is more of a trek than I'd like to take right now.