“How could I stand by and watch my house on fire? (This quote, and the one following, were part of his defence for joining Sitiveni Rabuka's military government in 1987).”

“The house of every one is to him as his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence as for his repose.”

“I became an MLA because I could no longer stand idly by while I learned more and more about how the previous government was hurting the people I loved. They were hurting members of my family, my community, my neighbours, my colleagues, my friends — and hurt they have been.”

“In: POPism (1980); as quoted in Warhol in his own words – Untitled Statements ( 1963 – 1987), selected by Neil Printz, as quoted in Andy Warhol, retrospective, Art and Bullfinch Press / Little Brown, 1989, pp. 457 – 467”

“Military men, when confronted with the mutterings of disaffected taxpayers, always pointed out how good these government military expenditures were for business.”

“And how I watched my little sister become a human torch. Closing my eyes doesn't help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.”

“It is amusing to think how much conservative ingenuity has been wasted in the defence of the House of Lords by men who were desperately endeavouring to prove that the House of Lords consisted of clever men. There is one really good defence of the House of Lords […] and that is, that the House of Lords, in its full and proper strength, consists of stupid men. It really would be a plausible defence of that otherwise indefensible body to point out that the clever men in the Commons, who owed their power to cleverness, ought in the last resort to be checked by the average man in the Lords, who owed their power to accident.”

“I could either watch it happen, or be part of it.”

“My house rose overnight.
Who built it the Lord can name.
Did the black Axeman lend His might
To help in rearing the frame?

My house is cold and drear.
Its windows face the night.
Its chill and hopeless
fire Casts a frozen light.

My house stands still and lonely,
No door for friend or guest.
My house has two doors only:
One to dreams —
the other to death.
:::::R. I.
P. Mustapää, "The House" in: Martin Samuel Allwood (1950), 20th century Scandinavian poetry. p. 359”

“What is needed is a homely experiment which could be carried out in the basement with parts from an old sewing machine and an Ingersoll watch, with an old file of Popular Mechanics standing by for reference! This I am, alas, afraid we have not achieved, but I do believe that the following example… is adequate to expose the principles…”