I am not living the American Dream; I am living the American fantasy.
Imagine yourself acclaimed, a decorated national hero, an idol to millions of desperate people, then within six months, condemned to death by hanging.
History is always written by the victor, and the histories of the losing parties belong to the shrinking circle of those who were there.
Stride with a proud disdain through the swamp of human inadmissibility.
I was a National-Socialist and I remain one. . . The Germany of today is no longer a great nation, it has become a province of Europe.
No one is wise by birth, for wisdom results from one own's efforts.
As a matter of fact, I am an uncle. I have nine nephews and nieces. I'm not sure if they think I'm all that quick with a quip. But I'm quick with a spank.
The last time I saw Ted Kennedy was a generation after my first meeting, at the Senate subway below the Capitol on Obama's Inauguration Day. He was his usual gregarious and gracious self - with beaming smile and booming voice wishing my husband and me good luck with our pregnancy and expressing his excitement about the new president.
I'm just getting older and better.