Faye Resnick Quotes

One of the main things I know about O.J. Simpson is that he is a compulsive talker. So if I were to ask him one question, I would get 45 minutes on the history of the case. It would be irrelevant what I would ask him - he would just start talking.

O. J. Simpson has already received the ultimate punishment: For the rest of his life he has to associate with golfers.

I can get a firestorm going anywhere in the United States by saying 'O.J.'

I was never OJ's closest pal, and the media would say that over and over, but I wasn't his enemy either.

I don't talk about the past.

Certainly the O.J. Simpson case was a turning point in my career.

Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.

Sin is, somehow, at the root of all human misery. Sin is what keeps us from God and from life. It is in the face of every battered woman, the cry of every neglected child, the despair of every addict, the death of every victim of every war.

When a person is found less guilty than he is suspected, he is concluded more innocent than he really is.

I grew up acutely aware of the exile and distance caused by war.

There are those who leave without our needing to detain them; we have said all there is to say.

I want to do a record with Monica Lewinsky.

I just don't like to talk about the past.

I watched the entire O.J. Simpson trial, and he was guilty.

It is better to risk sparing a guilty person than to condemn an innocent one.

Many writers who have had to deal with the subject of atrocity can't face it head-on.

My tortured life - with its extremes and conflicts - might have been difficult for me to deal with, but the press couldn't get enough of it. I was in the papers every day, 'the enfant terrible of the culinary world.'

Who is Allen West? What is Allen West doing with his time? He's the most irrelevant person in America.

What do you do?' she asks, holding out the vest. 'What do you do?' 'What do you do?' she asks, her voice shaking. 'Don't ask me, please. Okay, Clay?' 'Why not?' She sits on the mattress after I get up. Muriel screams. 'Because... I don't know,' she sighs. I look at her and don't feel anything and walk out with my vest.

There's no greater power than the power of good-bye.

I feel the only way I'm going to be successful in moving on is if I keep a separation.

What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

Blame keeps wounds open; only forgiveness heals

Forgiving presupposes remembering.

History was an incredibly damaging experience, and now it's over . . . in a sense.