Republicans cannot be trusted to end the culture of corruption.

Obama a ‘light-skinned’ African-American ‘with no Negro dialect, unless he wanted to have one.

Seniors love getting junk mail. It's sometimes their only way of communicating or feeling like they're part of the real world.

We in the Senate refer to Sen. Gillibrand as the hottest member.

Coal makes us sick. Oil makes us sick. It’s global warming. It’s ruining our country. It’s ruining our world.

So the next thing I assume I'll be hearing from Republicans, they want to change rules some way, as they do on the House when you get a problem with ethics, they just change the rules.

I hopes the candidate [Donald Trump] is given fake intelligence briefings ... because you can't trust him.

You know with a bully you cannot let them slap you around, because they slap you around today, they slap you five or six times tomorrow. We are not going to be bullied.

We found ourselves in a hole that I didn't dig, but I have dug, dug and dug to try to get out of that hole.

Everybody else, including the rich people, are willing to pay more. They want to pay more.

People in Nevada know me from the street to the ring to the Senate chambers. I've never had to prove my manhood to anyone.

Time define the sacred day.

Happiness is a conscious choice we make for ourselves. It has to come from within.

So, yeah, insane people give me hope. Courage to go on being sane and alive, always with the cure at hand, should I ever tire and need it: madness.

The attitude and identity that we want to play with doesn't change.

I know how I want to operate as an artist. And that is by having an honest, genuine dialogue about this kind of screwed up journey I've had that I'm so thankful for.

Increasing meaning and joy on the planet is the ultimate goal because within that space all evil is cast out.

there's no justice, there's only love.

Mia, I'm not sorry. And I'll wait. Love, Michael.

Prana is the driving power of the world, and can be seen in every manifestation of life.

Winter is for women The woman still at her knitting, At the cradle of Spanish walnut, Her body a bulb in the cold and too dumb to think.