To suspect your own mortality is to know the beginning of terror, to learn irrefutably that you are mortal is to know the end of terror.
In the mainstream, I'm suspect because I'm black. I have dreadlocks, I have a goatee. I mean, I'm just suspect. In my classroom and at Columbia, I'm not as suspect because it's clear I know what I'm doing, but I am still suspect.
Much of what we regard as truth in the war on terror is actually rather suspect.
It's an incredibly limited sphere those tabloids have, isn't it? Basically, they can accuse people of being gay and they can accuse people of taking drugs, but they can't get any more sensational without entering into the realm of incredibly bad taste.
To accuse me of being too inflexible is poppycock.
No one would normally accuse me of being soft on crime.
Nobody's ever gonna accuse me of being a singer, but I can sing.
(...) being right all the time acquires a huge importance in education, and there is this terror of being wrong. The ego is so tied to being right that later on in life you are reluctant to accept that you are ever wrong, because you are defending not the idea but your self-esteem. (...) this terror of being wrong means that people have enormous difficulties in changing ideas.
There is a war on terror that must be fought. Nobody's immune... And so rather than finding fault with what Spain has done by being aggressive in the war on terror, this should redouble everyone's efforts to go after terrorist organizations of any kind... Terror has to be brought to an end.
There is no good terror and bad terror. Terror is terror. There's not terror that you can accept and terror that you cannot accept. Terror is terror. Murder is murder.
When people accuse me of being really posh, I think, 'Hang on a minute - no, I'm not!'
I am not a trained writer and I don't think anyone would accuse me of being a funny person. But I feel God has truly blessed me.
My purist comedy friends accuse me of being a Jack of all trades and master of none.
Who has not remarked the readiness with which the closest of friends and honestest of men suspect and accuse each other of cheating when they fall out on money matters? Everybody does it. Everybody is right, I suppose, and the world is a rogue.
I think that the inability to love is the central problem, because that inability masks a certain terror, and that terror is the terror of being touched. And if you can't be touched, you can't be changed. And if you can't be changed, you can't be alive.
Terror, terror, terror. Life was a reign o terror in the shadow of the guillotine.