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Well, we have this place in Telluride, Colorado. It's somewhere I can just get away and relax and think.
Sometimes people ask me how old I am, and I have to stop and remember. I forget myself!
It is dangerous for a national candidate to say things that people might remember.
I don't remember not dancing. When I realized I was alive and these were my parents, and I could walk and talk, I could dance.
Some in journalism consider themselves apart from and to some extent above the people they purport to serve.
I shuddered to think how completely the insane were in the power of their keepers, and how one could weep and plead for release, and all of no avail, if the keepers were so minded.
Nineteen is as alive as 40-plus. I can vividly remember 19 and how I saw the world.
Why can we remember the tiniest detail that has happened to us, and not remember how many times we have told it to the same person.
I really think that most people around the world know how well-intended Americans are.
