I don't believe in the very concept of "first thing in the morning." I'm a "third thing in the afternoon" fellow.

Ah, if only the best place for storing embryonic stem cells was Yucca Flat.

The same people who accuse America of coddling dictators are sputtering with bilious fury because we actually deposed one.

If you think the ’80s were dumber than the ’70s, either you weren’t there or you weren’t paying attention.

Modern death is a matter of bright rooms and hard machines. Live long enough, and you might be filed away in a nursing home, your history scoured away, your life winnowed down to a few items on the table and some pictures of people who don't come around enough. When you are about to pass on, there is no quiet to attend you: busy fuss and professional zeal strive to bring you back, nail you to the soft cross of the rented bed.

The International Criminal Court, like most international institutions, is a wonderful idea. A noble idea. All it needs to work is planetary government, worldwide democracy and the triumph of reason over tribal loyalties, political doctrines and individual ambition. In other words, it requires that we all live in the world described by the "Star Trek" television shows.

I don't believe in the very concept of "first thing in the morning." I'm a "third thing in the afternoon" fellow.