Maybe he doesn't realize how this is.

My father just got back from a trip to Canada and gas was $6 a gallon there. And I have relatives in Europe, where it's also $6 a gallon.

We have come here to remember those who were killed, those who survived, and to offer comfort peace, hope and serenity.

What's terrible is to pretend that second-rate is first-rate. To pretend that you don't need love when you do; or you like your work when you know quite well you're capable of better.

My father was in the First World War.

I've never met an animal I didn't like, and I can't say the same thing about people.