I knew a Buddhist once, and I've hated myself ever since.

Words are such a poor medium when you really want someone to feel something.

When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.

These things happen. One day you run everything, and the next day you run like a dog.

He wandered into the Newsroom and asked for a job the same way he’d walk into a barbershop and ask for a haircut, and with no more idea of being turned down.

Walk tall, kick ass, learn to speak Arabic, love music and never forget you come from a long line of truth seekers, lovers and warriors.

There is a progression of understanding vis-à-vis pro football that varies drastically with the factor of distance --physical, emotional, intellectual and every other way. . . Which is exactly the way it should be . . .