After my bypass surgery I knew I had to change my lifestyle, and then it occured to me - I don't have a lifestyle.

At the White House, they caught another fence jumper earlier today. It was Obama trying to get out.

Because you think an explosion has taken place and you're looking at the shards and you say, 'Well, can we put this back together?' And by God, maybe you can put it back together. And maybe it won't be the same, but maybe it will be different, and maybe it can even be better in a different way.

People say New Yorkers can't get along. Not true. I saw two New Yorkers, complete strangers, sharing a cab. One guy took the tires and the radio; the other guy took the engine.

Yesterday was the New York City Marathon. Republicans won in a landslide.

I love the protests. And if you think about it, what better way to send a message to Wall Street than by sitting in a pup tent banging on a drum.

Let's have some wine, go upstairs, and look at my money.