I always love it when a small paper wins. When I was growing up in the Bronx, the editor of the Riverdale Press - a neighborhood rag - kept submitting his columns for a Pulitzer. We laughed and laughed at his ego. He finally won.

Rhyme is cool again. It's because of hip-hop. Bless you, hip-hop.

I believe that the fragile-flower, idea-intolerant society of victimhood that is being cultivated in many colleges today is really bad.

Johnny Hart became much less funny after he found sobriety, and religion, around the same time.

Peggy Noonan is not as good a columnist as my colleague Kathleen Parker, in my opinion, but they share something related to their Pulitzers. Kathleen won in in 2010. They won it for a similar reason. They broke from their crowd, and sprinted away. They delivered the politically unexpected take, at some peril to their readership.

Donald Trump is an awful loser.

I feel like no matter what happens in my career endeavors after today, going to grad school is one of the best decisions I've ever made.