A myth is the name of a terrible lie told by a smelly little brown person to a man in a white suit with a pair of binoculars.

My way of thinking is very particular and concrete. It doesn't follow a continuous path.

A myth is the name of a terrible lie told by a smelly little brown person to a man in a white suit with a pair of binoculars.

It's hard being a hostage in somebody else's mouth - or a character in somebody else's novel.

When you grow up in a family of languages, you develop a kind of casual fluency, so that languages, though differently colored, all seem transparent to experience.

The Sophists' paradoxical talk pieces and their public debates were entertainment in 5th century Greece. And in that world, Socrates was an entertainer.

I've always had a strong feeling for the Statue of Liberty, because it became the statue of my personal liberty.