Good news is rare these days, and every glittering ounce of it should be cherished and hoarded and worshipped and fondled like a priceless diamond.

Not everybody is comfortable with the idea that politics is a guilty addiction. But it is.

The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.

We came down here to see this teddible scene: people all pissed out of their minds and vomiting on themselves and all that and now, you know what? It's us

I find that by putting things in writing I can understand them and see them a little more objectively. ... For words are merely tools and if you use the right ones you can actually put even your life in order, if you don't lie to yourself and use the wrong words.

Familiarity seems to breed contempt

All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name. Remembered line from a long- forgotten poem