I started out with a dream to make a star in a jar in my garage, and I ended up meeting the President of the United States!

If I hadn't been President of the United States, I probably would have ended up a piano player in a bawdy house.

I'm the president of the United States. I'm not the emperor of the United States.

There are blessed intervals when I forget by one means or another that I am President of the United States.

If I missed my moment, I missed my moment. I mean, I wasn't pining to be president of the United States.

It'd be interesting to see if in fact the United States really is closing in on him. I wouldn't be surprised. It looks to me like some of the cells surrounding him and protecting him may be breaking down.