There are no morals in politics; there is only expedience. A scoundrel may be of use to us just because he is a scoundrel.
“My grandfather taught me generosity. He sold snow cones in Harlem. I went with him at 5 and he let me hand out the change and snow cones. I learned a lot in the couple of years that we did that.”
“I thought of Paris as a beauty spot on the face of the earth, and of London as a big freckle.”