What counts is not the names on the paper; what counts is: Where is the money, senator? Who paid me hundreds of thousands of dollars of money? The answer to that is 'nobody,'

Charge me with perjury and I will be on the next plane to the U.S. I'll face them in court. You cannot get clearer than that. It's put up or shut up.

I met him to try and bring about an end to sanctions, suffering and war, and on the second occasion, I met him to try and persuade him to allow Hans Blix and U.N. inspectors back into country.

I would rather be eating cheese and reading Sartre on the banks of the river Seine than eating popcorn with a born again bible-belt fundamentalist Republican administration in Crawford, Texas, execution capital of the world.

There are those who wrap themselves in flags and blow the tinny trumpet of patriotism as a means of fooling the people.

I'm demanding to be prosecuted. I'm begging to be prosecuted for perjury.