The relationship between truth and a newspaper is like the relationship between the color green and the number seven. Occasionally you will see the number seven written in green, but you learn not to expect this.

I've seen the truth, and it makes no sense.

I loved feeling special. I hated feeling special.

Give up your good 'Christian' life and follow Jesus

This is Democratic bedrock: we don't let people lie in the ditch and drive past and pretend not to see them dying. Here on the frozen tundra of Minnesota, if your neighbor's car won't start, you put on your parka and get the jumper cables out and deliver the Sacred Spark that starts their car. Everybody knows this. The logical extension of this spirit is social welfare and the myriad government programs with long dry names all very uninteresting to you until you suddenly need one.

The highlight of my childhood was making my brother laugh so hard that food came out of his nose.

Some luck lies in not getting what you thought you wanted but getting what you have.