Then you are a poet?' she asked, fingering the flyer in her pocket.'No not at all, ' he waved his hand. 'I am merely a character in a poem.

Time could heal, but it wouldn't make wrongs go away. Time came back like a reminder. Time folded with memory. In a moment, everything could fold itself up, and time stand still.

Just cuz you get to the end doesn’t mean you know what happened.

To share your food with your neighbour is a kind act of bonding.

Well, here we are."Sometimes a statement of the bloody obvious was the only appropriate way forward. As if to give life ceremonious permission to proceed.

There is no right by the federal or state constitution to manual recounts. There is no law that says that you must count dimpled ballots, constitutional or otherwise.

When you see a great teacher, you are seeing a work of art.

We're making progress. Our military is assisting in Iraq. And we're hoping that within the year we'll be able to push ISIS out of Iraq and then, you know, really squeeze them in Syria.

I find it hard to get enthusiastic about hotels because, as a touring comic, I spend a lot of time in them.

The quest for certainty in forecasting outcomes can be the enemy of progress.

I am the living death, a Memorial Day on wheels. I am your Yankee Doodle Dandy, your John Wayne come home, your Fourth of July firecracker exploding in the grave.

The ancillary aspect of every British city now is the council estate.

A politician... one that would circumvent God.