President George Bush declared a National Day of Prayer for Peace. This was after he had carefully arranged and started the war.

To me, smoking pot meant sitting with a newspaper on my legs, rolling the seeds down, pulling the twigs out and finally producing a perfectly cylindrical, absolutely wonderful joint that you either locked at both ends or pinched off, or pinched at one end and left open at the other.

We kind of shape our truths as we speak them. We fashion things to suit the occasion or the person or our own needs in the moment.

Isn’t making a smoking section in a restaurant like making a peeing section in a swimming pool?

People who say they don't care what people think are usually desperate to have people think they don't care what people think.

In restaurants where they serve frog's legs, what do they do with the rest of the frog? Do they just throw it away? You never see "frog torsos" on the menu. Is there actually a garbage can full of frog bodies in the alley? I wouldn't want to be a homeless guy looking for an unfinished cheeseburger and open the lid on that

There's a thrill when you steal something in plain view of other people. When you drop a newspaper over a sign and walk away with it, or take something off a wall and the sound of the glue ripping makes people turn around. Your heart is racing, it's a rush.