I looked at Mum and realized — twang! — that she was telling an untruth. A big untruth. And I remember thinking in that instant how thrilling and grown-up it must be to say something...

That’s the beauty of argument, if you argue correctly, you’re never wrong.

He doesn’t like being told what to do. He’s reacting against the neo-Puritanism that you mustn’t smoke, you mustn’t drink, guns are bad.

He?s an American archetype, the PR hustler, who is sort of basically good at heart, but he?s in it for the thrill of the verbal chase and he?s excited by it and he gets carried...

The danger in that is that you find yourself promoting cancer.

I don’t like breathing other people’s smoke, but if we can put a man on the moon, my guess is that we can find a way to ventilate the smoke in one section of a...

Oil they would buy from anyone. From Satan.