Everyone from the meanest starving cripple to an ambitious young man could expand to the optimism of an improving future because the man offered an u… - Norman Mailer

A political convention is after all not a meeting of a corporation's board of directors; it is a fiesta, a carnival, a pig-rooting, horse-snorting, band-playing, voice-screaming medieval get-together of greed, practical lust, compromised idealism, career-advancement, meeting, feud, vendetta, conciliation, of rabble-rousers, fist fights (as it used to be), embraces, drunks (again as it used to be) and collective rivers of animal sweat.

I guess all that's left is to love the fire.

The Irish are the only men who know how to cry for the dirty polluted blood of all the world.