We All Die, Just A Question Of

Twenty-five Years Ago I Couldn`t Walk Down The Street Without Being Recognized. Now I Can Put A Cap On, Walk Anywhere And No One Pays Me Any Attention. They Don`t Ask Me About My Movies And They Don`t Ask Me About My Salad Dressing Because They Don`t Know Who I Am. Am I Happy About This? You Bet.

Natural Law. Sons Are Put On This Earth To Trouble Their Fathers.

A Rebel Is A Nonconformist Who Is Constantly Saying No, And I'm Not That. I'm A Conformist And I Believe In Progress, And You Can't Make Much Progress By Saying No All The Time. A Rebel Is Destructive. I Know I Have Something Constructive To Offer.

There Really Is No Such Thing As A Sick Child; There Are Children Who Happen To Be Sick. Think About It, And You Will Understand The Magic Of The Camps

Building Weapons That We Don't Need, Don't Work, And Aren't Necessary, And Have No Mission — That's Not Bad Politics, That's Robbery.