Most of you guys can't see the potential in a nervous breakdown. A real collapse. There's more chance of finding yourself in a major depression than there is in a bottle Prozac.

What was it about not knowing a person that allowed you to wonder whether she might be the answer to all your problems?

Maybe the trying is the thing. Maybe it doesn't get better than that. Maybe you never quite get there. And maybe that's okay.

What about my rights? What about a person's privacy? Did all that just go to hell after 9/11?

A jealous husband is an ugly thing.

The good guys had to operate on a higher level than the killers--just for society to keep track of who was who.

I think men should be able to veto women's abortions if they're willing to care for the child after it's born.