You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away.

Help me....Hellmouth, oh where art thou, hellmouth? Why have you forsaken me in my hour of desperation? Open quick and I'll throw myself in.

As a baby, Oliver Cromwell was abducted by his grandfather’s pet monkey.

For decades, the journalistic norm had been that the private lives of public officials remained private unless that life impinged on public performance.

Written By Roger Mudd

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