I love sushi, but I'm not going to write a column about it.

I can't explain why I don't read comments. Maybe because I worked at Time for so long and they don't have them, so I keep forgetting that they're there.

When wine drinkers tell me they taste notes of cherries, tobacco and rose petals, usually all I can detect is a whole lot of jackass.

It's hard to discipline yourself not to explain yourself or apologize.

I've definitely written people e-mails telling them I've loved their stories, but that seems more like a professional journalist thing to do.

I wish I'd legitimately talked about some painful moments in my life where I felt insufficient as a kid.

You really, really have to care about animals to want to kill one. You have to learn all this stuff about them and start thinking like them.