When my father was arrested, we didn't know where they had him. My mother found him at the house of torture. It was called Villa Triste.

Without Khomeini, we would not be where we are. What a pity that, when pregnant with him, his mother did not choose to have an abortion.

I have never met a man more shy than Clark Gable. He was so shy, you couldn't make him talk.

Arafat contradicts himself every five minutes. He always plays the double-cross, lies even if you ask him what time it is.

Alas, nothing reveals man the way war does. Nothing so accentuates in him the beauty and ugliness, the intelligence and foolishness, the brutishness and humanity, the courage and cowardice, the enigma.

War is something Arafat sends others to do for him. That is, the poor souls who believe in him. This pompous incompetent caused the failure of the Camp David negotiations, Clinton's mediation.