The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found.

By the way, did you fellows know that a hummingbird weighs as much as a quarter? Do you think a hummingbird also weighs the same as two dimes and a nickel? But then she asked a question of her own: How do they weigh a hummingbird?

Before I was born [my father] wanted me to go specifically to Yale, which he thought would help. It was easy for him to think I could be president: he didn't have to worry about being president himself, being ineligible because he wasn't born in the United States.

I do remember in high school I wanted to be a disc jockey.

I'm in favor of liberalizing immigration because of the effect it would have on restaurants. I'd let just about everybody in except the English.

What interests me is what you might call vernacular writing, writing that connects you to a place.

If bumblebee leavings and stump paste are so good for you, why can't any of those guys (in the health stores) grow full beards?