Anne

“Well, now listen, Lafe, I want you to do something for me. I want you to bring it up here to the Sharon place right away... What?... Ain’t legal?... Listen, Lafe, I’m the sheriff and murder’s been done, and I can’t wait to get no court orders, and if you don’t get it up here inside half an hour, I’ll arrest you for maintaining a still on account of that gallon of home brew whiskey you give me for Christmas… Yes... All right, and get a move on you.”
― H Ashbrook

“New York,” said King, sententiously, “is a huge village with no town pump, no general store with cracker boxes, no sewing circle. People don’t know their neighbors, so they can’t hang over the back fence and gossip. But there’s a human craving for gossip that has to be satisfied, somehow. That’s what made Tommy’s column catch on so fast. And now it burns its own smoke. All kinds of people slip him tips, and gags. He told me once how a bishop tried to get him to print the dirt on another bishop—professional jealousy.”
― Lawrence Saunders, The Columnist Murder

“Eugene McCarthy was the last American presidential candidate who thought flattering an audience’s intelligence was the way to win their hearts and their votes.”
― Lawrence O'Donnell, Playing with Fire: The 1968 Election and the Transformation of American Politics

“There’s something in me that recognized you. Right from the start. The parts of me that always felt alone, the parts of me that I always kept hidden away, out of sight—I could see that you had them, too.”
― Julia Spencer-Fleming, Out of the Deep I Cry