Quote by Edward Koch
I know many writers who first dictate passages, then polish what t

I know many writers who first dictate passages, then polish what they have dictated. I speak, then I polish – occasionally I do windows. – Edward Koch

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You dont have to love them. You just have to respect their rights. – Edward Koch

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If you dont like the President, it costs you 90 bucks to fly to Washington to picket. If you dont like the Governor, it costs you 60 bucks to fly to Albany to picket. If you dont like me, 90 cents. – Edward Koch

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The best way to lose weight is to close your mouth – something very difficult for a politician. Or watch your food – just watch it, dont eat it. – Edward Koch

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Good politics starts with empathy, proceeds to analysis, then sets out values and establishes the vision, before getting to the nitty-gritty of policy solutions. – David Miliband

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You know they say the most dangerous person of the world is a member of the United States Congress just home from a three-day fact-finding trip. – Johnny Isakson

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Politics are almost as exciting as war, and quite as dangerous. In war you can only be killed once, but in politics many times. – Winston Churchill

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When great questions end, little parties begin. – Walter Bagehot

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