And so what? I just killed a demon in my own house, and you're going to be a dickhead about it because I'm not some spoiled-rotten rich brat like you and your sister? Alec looked astonished. What did...

Turn our thoughts, in the next place, to the characters of learned men. The priesthood have, in all ancient nations, nearly monopolized learning. Read over again all the accounts we have of Hindoos, C...

The Presidential election has given me less anxiety than I myself could have imagined. The next administration will be a troublesome one, to whomsoever it falls, and our John has been too much worn to...

My dad was in the military, yeah. He was in the Air Force, and he was a doctor, so he would go places for six months here, and two years there. And I was home-schooled because I played the violin, and...

My dear Excellency! I have not gone to war to collect cheese and eggs, but for another purpose.

I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro's great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen's Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate...

The strongest human instinct is to impart information the second strongest is to resist it.

Noble fathers have noble children.

Life is not found in atoms or molecules or genes as such, but in organization; not in symbiosis but in synthesis.

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

From her character in the HBO miniseries: "The art of politics is the art of applying the seat of the britches to the seat of the chair.

The resources of Africa are greater than the amount of aid it can ever get. Hence, Africa needs to manage its resources prudently and efficiently to minimise its dependence on aid.

We who lose our footing have lost our way.

Any government's condemnation of terrorism is only credible if it shows itself to be responsive to persistent, reasonable, closely argued, non-violent dissent. And yet, what's happening is just the op...

Literary criticism can be no more than a reasoned account of the feeling produced upon the critic by the book he is criticizing. Criticism can never be a science: it is, in the first place, much too p...

Every good deed is acceptable goodness.

...I remember the oily smoke of a cigarette suspended in a shaft of sunlight - with you, everything was beautiful...

Cultural analysis is intrinsically incomplete. And, worse than that, the more deeply it goes the less complete it is.

And you find some way to surviveAnd you find out you don't have to be happy at all..To be happy you're alive.

And when you reach the place where this understanding overtakes you; that there is no one in the world that will ever love you with the force and power you can love yourself with. That no saviour in t...