By the time a man gets to be presidential material, he's been bought ten times over.

Everybody has two legs, two lobes to the brain which is why we tend to be interested in symmetry, always balancing things.

I have been asked whether I wish to nominate a successor, an inheritor, a dauphin or delfino. I have decided to name Christopher Hitchens.

I have never been particularly impressed by the self centered musings of my fellow writers.

You hear all this whining going on, "Where are our great writers?" The thing I might feel doleful about is: Where are the readers?

First coffee, then a bowel movement. Then the Muse joins me.

We affect one another quite enough merely by existing. Whenever the stars cross, or is it comets? fragments pass briefly from one orbit to another. On rare occasions there is total collision, but most often the two simply continue without incident, neither losing more than a particle to the other, in passing.