Disaster can take a nation by surprise, slowly, and then all at once.

The world is a crazy, beautiful, ugly complicated place, and it keeps moving on from crisis to strangeness to beauty to weirdness to tragedy. The caravan keeps moving on, and the job of the longform writer or filmmaker or radio broadcaster is to stop - is to pause - and when the caravan goes away, that's when this stuff comes.

I don't want to romanticize the world in which everybody watched three networks and the Washington Post and the New York Times and the Wall Street Journal were incredibly dominant. That time has passed.

I don't think there will be fascism in America, but we have to do everything we can to fight against it.

Not all political prisoners are innocents.

Nature is cold, wet, hard and unforgiving.

Maybe Santa Claus is real. Here's the problem: reality.