George Will
George Will
George Frederick Willis an American newspaper columnist and political commentator. He is a Pulitzer Prize–winner known for his conservative commentary on politics. In 1986, The Wall Street Journal called him "perhaps the most powerful journalist in America," in a league with Walter Lippmann...
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth4 May 1941
4th-of-july heart blue
Ev'ry heart beats true 'neath the Red, White and Blue
worried buried curtain-call
Hurried and worried until we're buried, and there's no curtain call, Lifes a very funny proposition after all.
treachery knows statesmanship
There's a point, you know, where treachery is so complete and unashamed that it becomes statesmanship.
making-love mind shade
If anything she was a shade too plump, but she knew the ninety-seven ways of making love that the Hindus are supposed to set much store by―though mind you, it is all nonsense, for the seventy-fourth position turns out to be the same as the seventy-third, but with your fingers crossed.
daughter kings clever
The gods made the earth for all men t' share. Only when the kings come with their crowns and steel swords, they claimed it was all theirs. "My trees," they said, "you can't eat them apples. My stream, you can't fish here. My wood, you're not t' hunt. My earth, my water, my castle, my daughter, keep your hands away or I'll chop 'em off, but maybe if you kneel t' me I'll let you have a sniff." You call us thieves, but at least a thief has t' be brave and clever and quick. A kneeler only has t' kneel.
kings names islands
Bear Island knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK.
old-friends stories used
Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.
flavor sauce fool
Sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence.
flames shadow casts
The brightest flame casts the darkest shadow.
graves clash-of-kings
He who hurries through life hurries to his grave.
happy-endings distrust conventional
I have an instinctual distrust of conventional happy endings.
winter cold cool-weather
Nothing burns like the cold.
diversity different thrones
Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle.
kindness lying flower
He pushed himself to his feet. “Don’t lie, Sansa. I am malformed, scarred, and small, but…” she could see him groping “…abed, when the candles are blown out, I am made no worse than other men. In the dark, I am the Knight of Flowers.” He took a draught of wine. “I am generous. Loyal to those who are loyal to me. I’ve proven I’m no craven. And I am cleverer than most, surely wits count for something. I can even be kind. Kindness is not a habit with us Lannisters, I fear, but I know I have some somewhere. I could be… I could be good to you.