Like when I host a party. I hope my guests get along. But if not how interesting!

I hope the two wings of the Democratic Party may flap together.

Recently I heard a 'wise guy' story that I had a party at my home for twenty-five men. It's an interesting story but I don't know twenty-five men I'd want to invite ta a party.

I've done a lot of partying in my time because I didn't want to go home and I didn't know what to do.

Spare a thought for the poor introverts among us. In a world of party animals and glad-handers they're the ones who stand by the punch bowl. In a world of mixers and pub crawls they prefer to stay home with a book. Everywhere around them cell phones ring and e-mails chime and they just want a little quiet.

Beer is not a good cocktail-party drink especially in a home where you don't know where the bathroom is.

If I were running to be somebody there are a lot of easier sombodies to be. After all running against the incumbent governor of your own party in your home state is not the next logical step in a political life.

At every party there are two kinds of people - those who want to go home and those who don't. The trouble is they are usually married to each other.

You come home and you party. But after that you get a hangover. Everything about that is negative.

I'm the type who'd be happy not going anywhere as long as I was sure I knew exactly what was happening at the places I wasn't going to. I'm the type who'd like to sit home and watch every party that I'm invited to on a monitor in my bedroom.