“Everyone likes flattery, and when you come to Royalty you should lay it on with a trowel.”

“5930. You lay on your Butter, as with a Trowel.”

“Of course you like him; everyone enjoys flattery.”

“There is no other way of guarding oneself against flattery than by letting men understand that they will not offend you by speaking the truth; but when everyone can tell you the truth, you lose their respect.”

“You can't treat royalty like people with normal perverted desires.”

“If ever there comes a time when everyone you vote for wins and they do everything you think they should do, there will still be a gap between what is and what ought to be.”

“He was royalty. So what? Everyone had a flaw.”

“Some days simply lay on you like stones. Some were fickle as cats, sliding away when you needed comfort, then coming back later when you didn’t want them, jostling at you, stealing your breath.”

“Son—they say there isn’t any royalty in this country, but do you want me to tell you how to be king of the United States of America? Just fall through the hole in a privy and come out smelling like a rose.”

“Dying should come easy:
like a freight train you
don't hear when
your back is
turned.”