Being a small boy it's very daunting seeing the Queen around and not really quite knowing what to talk about.
It has been rumoured that I was the brains of the robbery, but that was totally incorrect. I've been described as the tea boy, which is also incorrect.
Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.
You seldom get a censorship attempt from a 14-year-old boy. It's the adults who get upset.
Racial segregation in the South not only separated the races, but it separated the South from the rest of the country.
A president cannot sit on his hands and be seen as passive in the face of ruthless action by a foreign dictator.
After one party loses two elections in a row, there's sort of blood in the water.
How many State of the Union addresses do people remember? They don't resonate that way.
Flattery was one of Kissinger's principal tools in winning over Nixon, and a tool he employed shamelessly.
Full federal funding for presidential libraries should bring with it new rules of control over papers and artifacts.
Obama is cutting back on the idea that we're going to have Jeffersonian democracy in Pakistan or anywhere else.
It's always valuable for someone running for president... to have as much bipartisan support as possible.
Presidential aspirants reach for the highest office to satisfy some yearning for greatness or even immortality.
A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.
But boy, right away it is fun to play around with the Paintbox program.
I was a dozy boy; I'd like to have been like James Dean, but I was more Arthur Askey - pathetically rebellious in a cheeky, chappy sort of way.
Because," said a boy. "Because why?" asked a young girl. "Because I love you.
I sometimes suspect that half our difficulties are imaginary and that if we kept quiet about them they would disappear.
Most remarks that are worth making are commonplace remarks. The things that makes them worth saying is that we really mean them.
I had long ago become a creation, a public image made to be consumed, piled on top of a precarious shell of a little boy wanting to be loved.
So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood how I felt. Now, though, I sometimes wished for more.
