I'm aware that most people who meet me for the first time think of me in a certain way because of who my father is. That just comes with the territory. But that's been that way ever since I was a little kid as long as I can remember. I grew up that way.
I would be unelectable. I'm an atheist. As we all know, that is something people won't accept.
My father never felt the need to wrap himself in anybody's mantle. He never felt the need to pretend to be anybody else. This is their administration. This is their war. If they can't stand on their own two feet, well, they're no Ronald Reagans, that's for sure.
When you hear somebody justifying a war by citing the Almighty, I get a little worried, frankly.
The joke in our family is that we can cry reading the phone book.
In private, you got what you got in public. He treated everyone the same. He was just a very warm man, and he worked hard to impress upon his children the value of kindness. He was biologically incapable of gossip. There was no smallness in him.
Neither of my parents would ever stand in the way of any of their children speaking their minds.
I have to say that flying on Air Force One sort of spoils you for coach on a regular airline.
My wife and I just prefer Seattle. It's a beautiful city. Great setting. You open your front door in the morning and the air smells like pine and the sea, as opposed to bus exhaust.
I mean, we've had all these awful pictures from the prison in Iraq and these sort of memos floating around about justifying torture, all this kind of stuff. And it makes you want to take a shower, you know?
I admire the fact that the central core of Buddhist teaching involves mindfulness and loving kindness and compassion.