"Newt Gingrich, Reagan reflected, had never in his life fit properly into a suit. He still looked like the fat, despised, teacher's-pet, suck-up junior debating whiz who was going to fall apart in his senior year, except he was now fifty years past it. "Back when I was alive, he had that same querulous expression of a guy who didn't understand two big things 1. being smart doesn't make you popular, and 2. even if it did, he isn't smart enough for it to work for him." He remembered trying to explain it to Nancy, who had told him that, "Ronnie, granted that Newt is sometimes irritating, you have to admit he's brighter than most Congressmen." "So is every horse out at Rancho del Cielo, Mommy, and half the rocks for that matter," he'd said."
- John Barnes