Parents should never have to bury their own children.

I mean there are a bunch of people who I’ve heard worship Adolf Hitler who don’t like me because I don’t think Jews have 14 inch fangs and drink blood and sneak around in bushes.

People say, 'The government couldn't carry out the September 11th attack, it's too big, they'd get caught!' They DID get caught! They're just counting on you to be dumb and to go along with it.

The answer to 1984 is 1776.

Hollywood is owned by the Arabs.

A lot of people are waking up to human history, but so many people have been conditioned by the government controlled media to think that it's cool not to care.

The average person is either a weakling, or just a happy person who wants to get along, or thinks being tough is having big muscles and strutting around town and having a good-looking girlfriend.

Every time we look, they're killing Jews.

There are people who are avaricious parasites. There are psychotic geniuses in control of this planet, and to them human beings are only a commodity to be bought and sold and traded.

It's a different kind of economic recovery. The kind where bankers steal trillions and you don't have a job.

And the Arabs are the biggest owners now of media in the United States, okay, and over stock exchanges. And in many major U.S. cities they’re the majority owners.

I felt that thread that had come between us, tugging, tugging at my heart—so hard, it hurt me.

No valentines from the cats again.

We are always doing something, talking, reading, listening to the radio, planning what next. The mind is kept naggingly busy on some easy, unimportant external thing all day.

Plus, I grew up with Steve Cropper. There were so many good guitar players another one wasn't needed. What was needed was a bass.

Musicians ought to reclaim some of the power in the houses of production. The opera houses are run either by managers or by stage directors, never by musicians.

It was scary how much she sounded like me sometimes. Maybe that's why she totally got on my nerves

Woman already controls by not seeming to do so. Talk no more of her rights.

So here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road.

Maybe the bride-bed brings despair, For each an imagined image brings And finds a real image there...

Tell the truth, lies are difficult to remember.