It never got weird enough for me.

I don't think that my kind of journalism has ever been universally popular. It's lonely out here.

If I'd written all the truth I knew for the past ten years, about 600 people - including me - would be rotting in prison cells from Rio to Seattle today. Absolute truth is a very rare and dangerous commodity in the context of professional journalism.

I hate pain, despite my ability to tolerate it beyond all known parameters, which is not necessarily a good thing.

One thing I have learned in my painful career as a gambler is that bragging when you get lucky and win a few games will plunge you into gloom and unacceptable beatings very soon. It happens every time.

A little bit of this town goes a very long way.

Quacks are a part of our culture, and we all fall prey to them. Who among us can say, for sure, that even our own personal physicians are honest and competent?