If a drug has anything going for it at all, it should be self-limiting. It should tell you when you've had enough.

Give now. Somewhere, someone feels crappy. You can help.

Someone once said, if you scratch a cynic, and you'll find a disappointed idealist. That really rang a bell with me - because I recognized that, within me, there is this flame, of wishing it were better, wishing people had better lives, that there was more of an authentic sharing and harmony with nature.

In America, anyone can become president. That's the problem.

So I live in Los Angeles, and it's kind of a goofy place. They have an airport named after John Wayne. That ought to explain it. It has a charming kind of superstitious innocence.

Why don't they have waiters in waiting rooms?

Why should it be illegal to sell something that's perfectly legal to give away?