Donald Trump

Nobody has better respect for intelligence than Donald Trump.

Kim Jong-un speaks and his people sit up at attention. I want my people to do the same.

If people can just pour into the country illegally, you don’t have a country.

Why can’t we use nuclear weapons?

We need a president with tremendous intelligence, smarts, cunning, strength and stamina.

Trump Steaks, where are the steaks? Do we have steaks? We have Trump Steaks.

I realized that kids everywhere go for the same stuff; and seeing as we’d done it in England, there’s no reason why we couldn’t do it in America too.

[Postpartum depression] is something that’s completely uncontrollable. It’s really painful and it’s really scary and women need a lot of support.

Back when we was in school in Mississippi, we had Little Black Sambo. That’s what you learned: Anytime something was not good, or anytime something was bad in some kinda way, it had to be called black. Like, you had Black Monday, Black Friday, black sheep… Of course, everything else, all the good stuff, is white. White Christmas and such.

I am convinced that every effort must be made in childhood to teach the young to use their own minds. For one thing is sure: If they don’t make up their minds, someone will do it for them.

Youth is such a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children.

Growing up on the plantation there in Mississippi, I would work Monday through Saturday noon. I’d go to town on Saturday afternoons, sit on the street corner, and I’d sing and play.

It is time for parents to teach young people early on that in diversity there is beauty and there is strength.

I was born on a plantation, and things weren’t so good. We didn’t have any money. I never thought of the word ‘poor’ ’til I got to be a man, but when you live in a house that you can always peek out of and see what kind of day it is, you’re not doing so well. And your rest room is not inside the house.

I have so much more to go through as a young lady. But oh my God. I feel like I can do anything.

To tell the truth I cannot call my childhood bad. In your childhood you can’t compare things: one eats carrots, one eats candy, both taste good. As a child you cannot tell the difference.

I was brought up in a very ordinary family, in fact, a worker’s family. Both my father and mother were ordinary citizens.

We weren’t wealthy but we definitely weren’t poor. We were incredibly rich because there was a wonderful community in Shepherd’s Bush, where I grew up. All my friends were into villainy and crime.

You don’t want to be with a boy who is too stupid to appreciate a smart young lady. There is no boy who is cute enough or interesting enough to stop you from getting your education.

Of all the needs (there are none imaginary) a lonely child has, the one that must be satisfied, if there is going to be hope and a hope of wholeness, is the unshaken need for an unshakable God.

It is the bliss of childhood that we are being warped most when we know it the least.