Economics are the method; the object is to change the soul.

Unless we change our ways and our direction, our greatness as a nation will soon be a footnote in the history books, a distant memory of an offshore island, lost in the mists of time like Camelot, remembered kindly for its noble past.

If I imagine my soul, as I do when I pray, it's shaped like Stapafel. No change of place or religion can alter that. I lived beneath Stapafel from the hour I was born until I was sixteen. I've never seen it since, but that doesn't matter. My soul is in the likeness of a jagged peak with a rock like a man standing on its summit, and snags of rock shaped like trolls along its spine. Screes defend it, although it's not quite inaccessible if you know the way up.

I think this is a watershed moment because now the economics start to change. Fulfilling these conditions is not going to be cheap and makes dam removal a more viable economic alternative.

No one would remember the Good Samaritan if he'd only had good intentions; he had money as well.

I like Mr. Gorbachev, we can do business together.