Minimum information given with maximum politeness. — Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis

"I said, "I want to be in there when he dies"… so Burkeley forced his way into the operating room and said, "Its her prerogative, its her prerogative..." and I got in, there were about forty people there. Dr. Perry wanted to get me out. But I said "Its my husband, his blood, his brains are all over me."

"The moment when she crawled out onto the back of the open limousine in which her husband had been murdered was the first and last time the American people would see Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis crawl... She was the last great private public figure in this country. In a time of gilt and glitz and perpetual revelation, she was perpetually associated with that thing so difficult to describe yet so simple to recognize, the apotheosis of dignity."

"Ive always thought of being in love as being willing to do anything for the other person — starve to buy them bread and not mind living in Siberia with them — and Ive always thought that every minute away from them would be hell — so looking at it that [way] I guess Im not in love with you."

"Dear God, please take care of your servant John Fitzgerald Kennedy."

"They were gunning the motorcycles. There were these little backfires. There was one noise like that. I thought it was a backfire. Then next I saw Connally grabbing his arms and saying "no, no, no, no, no," with his fist beating. Then Jack turned and I turned. All I remember was a blue-gray building up ahead. Then Jack turned back so neatly, his last expression was so neat... you know that wonderful expression he had when theyd ask him a question about one of the ten million pieces they have in a rocket, just before hed answer. He looked puzzled, then he slumped forward. He was holding out his hand … I could see a piece of his skull coming off. It was flesh-colored, not white — he was holding out his hand … I can see this perfectly clean piece detaching itself from his head. Then he slumped in my lap, his blood and his brains were in my lap … Then Clint Hill [the Secret Service man], he loved us, he made my life so easy, he was the first man in the car … We all lay down in the car … And I kept saying, Jack, Jack, Jack, and someone was yelling "hes dead, hes dead." All the ride to the hospital I kept bending over him, saying "Jack, Jack, can you hear me, I love you, Jack."

"Now, I think that I should have known that he was magic all along. I did know it — but I should have guessed that it would be too much to ask to grow old with and see our children grow up together. So now, he is a legend when he would have preferred to be a man."