Edwin Edwards Quotes

The only way I won't be re-elected is if I were found in bed with a dead girl or a live boy.

Wait…” He paused. “Which one is Edwin?” “Edward is the youngest, the one with the reddish brown hair.” The beautiful one, the godlike one…

I hate spinach," the President of the United States blurted out. "Not the least bit sorry to see it happen." He spoke these candid words in a hush-hush, closed-door meeting with a "special advisor" from agribusiness giant, AgriNu. "Hate it." The President went on, "You know what else I hate? Peas. Despise peas... and there's so many of them." Edwin Edwards (why do parents do that?), otherwise known as Mr. Ed, leaned back with a sly smile. "What if I told you there was a way to get rid of spinach? And peas? And, at the same time, break open this damned European block to our special genetically modified seeds, allowing us to finally take control of the world market?" The President settled back in his seat, indicating for him to go on. Despite not liking vegetables, the President liked a man with a big appetite.

When the orders were opened after arrival in Virginia, it was found that the governing body in the Colony was made up of seven councilors. Edward Maria Wingfield, of gallant service in the Low Countries; Bartholomew Gosnold and Christopher Newport, both seasoned seamen and captains; John Ratcliffe, who piloted the to Virginia; John Martin, an earlier commander under Drake; John Smith, already an experienced adventurer; and George Kendall, a cousin of Sir Edwin Sandys who later was to play a dominant role in the Virginia Company.

I may be old and rancid butter, but I'm on your side of the bread.

book Cycles, co-authored by Edward R. Dewey and Edwin F. Dakin.

That is so much better, Edwin. Things are now as clear as the muddled plot of a silly teenaged girl-vampire-werewolf love triangle in a dream-induced novel.

When [James] Kelman talks of 'the narrative belonging to them and them alone', he echoes Frantz Fanon (1921-61) and Edward Said (1935-2003)'s accounts of how imperial power expropriates not only the material life of the colonised, but their mental life as well, causing them to think of their own identities within categories fashioned by their oppressors. The Scots areperhaps particularly schizophrenic in this respect. At a material level, they are a First World people, the beneficiaries of being what Tom Nairn (1932-2023) has described as the junior partners in a highly profitable imperial enterprise. Inside their heads, however, they are a Third World people, their identities shaped by images and discourses (English literature, Holywood movies) articulated elsewhere but lived within by the Scots themselves. It has been the profound political as well as artistic achievement of novelists such as James Kelman and Irvine Welsh, and poets such as Edwin Morgan (1920-2010), Tom Leonard (1944-2018) and Liz Lochhead to have fashioned a distinctively Scottish voice, one homologous with Scots' interior life and experience of the world.