I've been trying for some time to develop a lifestyle that doesn't require my presence.

I try to take people one at a time, with all the contradictions and compromises that most of us live with.

I don't think so, but it's always in the back of my mind that many of the soldiers being wounded and killed in Iraq are about the same age as my kids. My godson is going over soon, so the war's about to get personal for me.

Once a week, I am a very desperate man.

Becoming the new feminine ideal requires just the right combination of insecurity, exercise, bulimia and surgery.

Anyone dumb enough to get his political information from a comic strip deserves what he gets at the polls.

I'm still passionately interested in what my fellow humans are up to. For me, a day spent monitoring the passing parade is a day well-spent.