Those Who Hate You Don't Win Unless

Defeat Doesn't Finish A Man, Quit Does.

Most Days I Feel Like The Sole Survivor Of A Shipwreck, Rowing My Paddleboat Across A Sea Of People On Waves Made Of An Infinite Array Of Hands And Crests That Reveal Anonymous Faces. On A Good Day, The Clouds Part To Alight On-lo And Behold-an Island! I Step Ashore, Only Find That It Too Is Made Of People, Mangled Bodies Somehow Still Alive. They Grab At My Feet, Pulling Me Under Like Quicksand. The Last Thing I See Before Suffocating Is The Sky, A Billion Eyes Staring Down, Blinking In Undulating Electric Ripples. The Cold Rain I Feel On My Cheeks Is The Tears Of The People.

I Didn't Do Anything Wrong And I Promise To Never Do It Again.

Now That All The Members Of The Press Are So Delighted I Lost, I'd Like To Make A Statement. As I Leave You I Want You To Know -just Think How Much You'll Be Missing. You Won't Have Nixon To Kick Around Anymore Because, Gentlemen, This Is My Last Press Conference.

I Always Remember That Whatever I Have Done In The Past Or May Do In The Future, Duke University Is Responsible In One Way Or Another.