I don’t have time to be a fool.
I almost pity him. He didn’t choose to be put on my platter. When I carve him up and toss him to the dogs, only then will he confront that brutal, inescapable truth.
History has a way of looking better than it was.
Everyone becomes a problem, eventually.
Every Tuesday I sit down with the speaker and the majority leader to discuss the week’s agenda. Well, discuss is probably the wrong word. They talk while I sit quietly and imagine their lightly salted faces frying in a skillet.
Do you know the main thing that separates a politician from the rest of the species? A politician is the one who would drown a litter of kittens for ten minutes of prime time.
All those people want is someone to keep them from what they’re afraid to know.[to Claire]
After a dog’s bitten you, you either put it to sleep, or you put a muzzle on it.
Acknowledging defeat is never easy. Doing it in public is a living hell.
A little sibling rivalry isn’t such a bad thing, especially between adopted boys. They either push each other to be the best versions of themselves, or one of them gets booted back to the orphanage.
A diversity of ideas makes us all wiser.
“There’s another tradition in this state: Live Free or Die. Now, my wife…” There’s another tradition in this state: Live Free or Die.
