“The Left had to go searching for a new civil-rights struggle with which to cram conservatives back into their victimizer cubbyhole. The Left now pushes against civil rights in its ignorant search f...”

“Facts don't care about your feelings.”

“The race bullies win by relying on racial guilt. But collective racial guilt can only separate Americans. We are individuals, not homogenous members of racial subsets. Only when we learn to cherish...”

“The story of Detroit's bankruptcy was simple enough: Allow capitalism to grow the city, campaign against income inequality, tax the job creators until they flee, increase government spending in ord...”

“Primarily affecting low-information voters and members of the mainstream media, Obama Worship Syndrome attributes impossible capabilities to Obama's political opponents, finds excuses for every Oba...”

“Historically, defense spending cuts have preceded increased international turmoil as America's global enemies sense a failure of will.”

“In interior decorating, the pig's actually quite there. It's used in paint for the texture, but also for the glossiness. In sandpaper, bone glue is actually the glue between the sand and the paper....”

“I'm not one to think of burying my head in the sand - I've always been a positive person and still am now.”

“Sometimes you have got to look at things really positively - without putting your head in the sand, you have got to manage the negatives and keep putting a positive slant on it, keep trying to find...”

“There ain't no way you can hold onto something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.”

“Every time we make the decision to love someone, we open ourselves to great suffering, because those we most love cause us not only great joy but also great pain. The greatest pain comes from leavi...”

“I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.”

“In the silence of the ticking of the clocks minute hand, I found you. In the echoes of the reverberations of time, I found you. In the tender silence of the long summer night, I found you. In the f...”

“But what is this clock, marking only so many years, that such men seem to consult in the dark of their being? We do not know. All we do know for certain is that no such clock, no such warnings, can...”

“When that little clock on my wall says Olaotan! Olaotan!! Olaotan!!! Its half past time to write, I only have three things at my disposal: A pen, A piece of paper, and a crowded mind.”