I’ve been to Reagan National Airport. I tell people it was named after me.
My father was a public figure all my life, and so the presidency was an extension of that. I guess you get used to it, though you can stand back occasionally and think, ‘Boy, this is really weird!’
I could share an hour of warm camaraderie with Dad, then once I’d walked out the door, get the uncanny feeling I’d disappeared into the wings of his mind’s stage, like a character no longer necessary to the ongoing story line.
He had written my mother once that he wanted her to be the first thing he saw every morning and the last thing he ever saw. And that’s how it turned out.
Neither of my parents would ever stand in the way of any of their children speaking their minds.
I’m aware that most people who meet me for the first time think of me in a certain way because of who my father is. That just comes with the territory. But that’s been that way ever since I was a little kid as long as I can remember. I grew up that way.
John McCain knows as well as anyone that Sarah Palin has no business being anywhere near the Oval Office. I’m sorry, it’s got nothing to do with the fact that she wears skirts – she’s grossly unqualified.
When you hear somebody justifying a war by citing the Almighty, I get a little worried, frankly.
My father felt that children should make their own way.
You look at women at the Republican convention and women at the Democratic convention. Republicans have a certain aesthetic beauty that involves more makeup, bigger hair, more lurid outfits.
My father never felt the need to wrap himself in anybody’s mantle. He never felt the need to pretend to be anybody else. This is their administration. This is their war. If they can’t stand on their own two feet, well, they’re no Ronald Reagans, that’s for sure.
I mean, we’ve had all these awful pictures from the prison in Iraq and these sort of memos floating around about justifying torture, all this kind of stuff. And it makes you want to take a shower, you know?
My father didn’t know George W. Bush from Adam.
We can choose between the future and the past, between reason and ignorance, between true compassion and mere ideology.
What do you say to your sister who poses in the nude? It’s not like you are really itching to see photographs of your sister naked. I mean, it’s just something that is not too exciting.