Bannon, with mounting ferocity and pubic venom, could abide them less and less every day.
Bannon learned about the piece when fact-checkers from the magazine called him for comment about Scaramucci’s accusation that he sucked his own cock.)
Bannon invariably found some reason to study papers in the corner and then to have a last word; Priebus kept his eye on Bannon; Kushner kept constant tabs on the whereabouts of the others.
Bannon had promised to come to this small dinner arranged by mutual friends in a Greenwich Village town house to see Roger Ailes,
Bannon had announced himself as Trump’s brain, a boast that vastly irritated the president.
Almost everybody in the campaign, still an extremely small outfit, thought of themselves as a clear-eyed team, as realistic about their prospects as perhaps any in politics. The unspoken agreement amo...
A happy wife is a happy life, he said, echoing a popular rich-man truism.
This was not a problem to address, this was a person to focus on:
This was another—and to some quite the ultimate—example of how difficult it was for the president to function in a literal, definitional, lawyerly, cause-and-effect political world.
That looseness with the truth, if not with reality itself, are an elemental thread of the book.
Resisters, working in the Trump White House, who had come to see themselves as patriots protecting the country from the president they worked for.
Fact-checkers from the magazine called him for comment about Scaramucci’s accusation that he sucked his own cock.)
You defined yourself by your enemy’s reaction. Conflict was the media bait—hence, now, the political chum. The new politics was not the art of the compromise but the art of conflict.
Who can talk you through this stuff before you decided to act on it? Well, said the president, you won’t like the answer, but the answer is me. Me. I talk to myself.
Trump’s home in Beverly Hills
Trump saw the world through the filter of other people’s weaknesses.
Trump liked to say that one of the things that made life worth living was getting your friends’ wives into bed. In pursuing a friend’s wife, he would try to persuade the wife that her husband was perh...
Trump didn’t read. He didn’t really even skim. If it was print, it might as well not exist.
Trump didn't read. He didn't really even skim. If it was print, it might as well not exist...He was postliterate -- total television.
Trump did not want a White House that ran by any method other than to satisfy his desires.