What I find interesting is that the people that follow your Twitters are called 'followers.' Talk about false idolatry, right?

I still have the art projects my kids made for me 20 years ago. I cherish them, crude and silly as some of them may be.

When people ask what were the qualities of Bobby Kennedy that they most admired, it was first that he was tough. Second, he told the truth and third, he stood up for the little guy.

In the current climate, we live in a pessimistic and non-idealistic world.

My mother missed having dinner with Lyndon Johnson because she couldn't find the right hat to wear. While my father went off to the white house to break bread with the President, my mother, who's not a things and stuff person, stayed at the hotel and tried on 10 different hats and missed dinner.

We're all imperfect. And wouldn't it be great if the message sent out by the mainstream media is that we're fine being exactly who we are? Wouldn't that be great for everyone?

We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That's what connects us-that we're all broken, all beautifully imperfect.