You know, I began my life as a creative person writing true things for magazines and telling some very honest, straightforward personal essaying for This American Life, but until someone forces you, with a deadline, to really observe your life - unless you're motivated to do it yourself - there's so many stories that you miss.

First of all, I wish I could grow a beard.

Life may be miraculous in its unlikelihood in the universe, but it would be a fallacy to suggest that its rareness makes it inextinguishable.

A lot of my time is spent reading antique or out-of-print books of reference.

I have a lot of cultural references that have amassed in my brain like shrapnel over the years that are meaningful to me.

My candidacy is a compelling argument for my candidacy. I want to be President.

You know the old saying: "History is written by the winners. And also, the team of hand-picked historians that the winner keeps hidden away in an underground bunker".