Every time I nostalgically try to regain my liking of John McCain, he reaches into his sleaze bag and pulls out something malodorous.

Just think of all the billions of coincidences that don't happen.

I'll be happy if I can just stay out of Nebraska.

Chris Matthews can't start any sentence without 'Let me ask you this... ' And I love Chris Matthews! But almost everybody in journalism does it. Who's stopping you? Just say it!

The mob became unruly and the police were forced to resort to sex.

If you have a relative who's lost interest in everything and doesn't get out of bed, who doesn't care for things they used to, can't imagine anything that would give them any pleasure, don't fool around with it; get therapy, get help, get medication if that's right for you, or talk therapy, or something.

Does anything show the complexity of the miraculous brain more than that weird curiosity, the sleep-protection dream?