The message that President Obama delivered in his speech at Notre Dame was: morality is immoral. Pro-life is the extremist position, not a moral position. Yet we should compromise and work to reduce abortions. Where's the compromise between life and death - and why work to reduce the number of them occurring if there's nothing wrong with them?

You have to have hope. It's irresponsible to give false hope, which I think a lot of playwrights are guilty of. But I also think it's irresponsible to simply be a nihilist, which quite a lot of playwrights, especially playwrights younger than me, have become guilty of.

Tony Kushner

Rule No.1: Never lose money. Rule No.2: Never forget rule No.1.

Warren Buffett

To talk without thinking is to shoot without aiming.

English Proverb

Although there may be nothing new under the sun, what is old is new to us and so rich and astonishing that we never tire of it. If we do tire of it, if we lose our curiosity, we have lost something of infinite value, because to a high degree it is curiosity that gives meaning and savour to life.

Robertson Davies

A short letter to a distant friend is, in my opinion, an insult like that of a slight bow or cursory salutation -- a proof of unwillingness to do much, even where there is a necessity of doing something.

Samuel Johnson

Foolproof systems do not take into account the ingenuity of fools.

Gene Brown

Do not suppress it-that would hurt you inside. Do not express it-this would not only hurt you inside, it would cause ripples in your surroundings. What you do is transform it.

Peace Pilgrim

I love writers all across the board, but one who influenced me very directly at the beginning was Mary Renault.

Tanith Lee

Men enter local politics solely as a result of being unhappily married.

C. Northcote Parkinson

Life is a bliss only if you carefully understand it.

Santosh Kalwar

Well, I'm using a cane, so what? So what if they shot me sitting in a wheelchair? That's life!

Dick Clark

I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I no longer think about it, I am. Everything that was literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, thank God. This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, and defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants of God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty

Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer (