Nobody’s a boy scout. Not even boy scouts.
No writer worth his salt can resist a good story, just as no politician can resist making promises he can’t keep.
No one’s fully prepared to be president when he or she becomes one.
Machiavelli died in exile. Boss Tweed made a deal with the governor, but in the end was never released. And Nixon was a prisoner of his past until the day he died. All men who had no idea how to walk away.[to Mark]
Love. That’s what you’re selling? Well, I don’t buy it.
Let’s kill them with kindness, shall we?
It’s strange how some choices mean nothing and others govern the rest of your life.
It’s not true what he told you all those years ago. That there are two kinds, useful and useless. There’s only one kind. Pain is pain.[about Francis]
It doesn’t matter whether he was unconscious or not, whether he lives or dies. The president is the people who work for him.
Isn’t that what power is? The people you collect?
If you wanna push the sludge through Congress, it’s best to have grease on both sides of the aisle.
If I can’t get your loyalty, I will have your obedience.
