Nixon was a bad loser. He hated losing worse than death, and that is why I enjoyed him. We were both football fans, both addicts; and on some days, nothing else mattered.

We are turning into a nation of whimpering slaves to Fear—fear of war, fear of poverty, fear of random terrorism, fear of getting down-sized or fired because of the plunging economy, fear of getting evicted for bad debts or suddenly getting locked up in a military detention camp on vague charges of being a Terrorist sympathizer.

We cannot expect people to have respect for law and order until we teach respect to those we have entrusted to enforce those laws.

If Sunday is the Lord's day, then Saturday belongs to the Devil. It is the only night of the week when he gives out Free passes to the Late show at the Too Much Fun Club.

The world is still a weird place, despite my efforts to make clear and perfect sense of it.

He could shake your hand and stab you in the back at the same time.

Not a wasted word. This has been a main point to my literary thinking all my life.