It was anticipating self-defense.

I said I didn’t want to run for president. I didn’t ask you to believe me.

You campaign in poetry. You govern in prose.

The mugger who is arrested is back on the street before the police officer, but the person mugged may not be back on the street for a long time, if ever.

When you’ve parked the second car in the garage, and installed the hot tub, and skied in Colorado, and wind-surfed in the Caribbean, when you’ve had your first love affair and your second and your third, the question will remain, where does the dream end for me?

I’d say, “That’s it, Charlie, you’re going to be by yourself for a hundred years.”

I talk and talk and talk, and I haven’t taught people in 50 years what my father taught by example in one week.

If you can manipulate news, a judge can manipulate the law. A smart lawyer can keep a killer out of jail, a smart accountant can keep a thief from paying taxes, a smart reporter could ruin your reputation — unfairly.

I have no plans, and no plans to plan.

I told them that my grandfather had died in the Great Crash of 1929 — a stockbroker jumped out of a window and crushed him and his pushcart down below.