Sometimes when I'm going to sleep I think 'Oh God my future husband is out there somewhere and I might know him or I might not and I wonder what he's doing and I wonder if he knows me.' I just always think that's so fascinating that even when you were two years old your future husband was out there somewhere.
I feel an intense intimacy with those who have this loathing interest in me. Further than this I know what they mean I sympathize with them I understand them. There should be a name (as poetic as love) for this relationship between loather and loathed it is of the closest and more full of passion than incest.
There is but one way for a president to deal with Congress and that is continuously incessantly and without interruption. If it is really going to work the relationship has got to be almost incestuous.
The incestuous relationship between government and big business thrives in the dark.