I like old corners.

An old broom knows the dirty corners best.

A new broom sweeps clean, but the old broom knows the corners

When the corners started to slick up I just lifted before they did. The exhaust helped, I could hear the wheels spin.

I fear that our true motivation is about oil and our own flailing economy; about the failure to destroy Al Qaeda and about revenge.

I think I'm probably a very sad man wrapped in a very joyful package, and I think I'm very resilient, and I think I'm quite generous, sometimes to a fault. And I'm very bad with money, but I don't see that too much of a flaw.