I can't imagine what someone would write that would infuriate me. Maybe if my loved one had died of some disease and someone was insensitive, that would piss me off.

I don't read the "letters" section of Time magazine. I think it's just my habit as a reader. I don't read comments on stories, in general.

I don't read "letters" sections of magazines, but I'll read anyone's blog post about me.

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.

I would be at home reading, because I felt so disconnected from humanity.

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

I always thought that being at Time and tweaking your bosses and exploiting your expense account was just fun. Just joyous.