I wished I could share my own optimism.

Have you ever wondered how nostalgia isn"t what it used to be?

Reality TV was to me the worst form of entertainment--the modern equivalent of paying sixpence to watch lunatics howling at the wall down at the local madhouse.

You many have noticed I have a temper ... but when I calmed down, I realized that this world, blighted and imperfect as it is, would be better with you in it.

Words are like leaves,. . .like people really, fond of their own society.

There is much unexplained in the world. It behooves us to be wary at all times. Just when you think you've got the hang of it, along comes string theory, collateralized debt obligations or Björk's new album, and bam! You're as confused as you were when you first started.

Death, I had discovered long ago, was available in varying flavors, and none of them particularly palatable.