I guess the painkillers wipe out your memory along with your ethics.

My last sort of crisis was about overcoming the people who were more interested in what I had done than what I was doing in the present.

Because I am so intensely identified with opinion and analysis and contextualization, I think I just need, for my own psychological benefit, a small island in which I can stand and say, 'I'm going to sit this one out.'

Reagan's dead, and he was a lousy President.

If racism is not the whole of the Tea Party, it is in its heart, along with blind hatred, a total disinterest in the welfare of others, and a full-flowered self-rationalizing refusal to accept the outcomes of elections, or the reality of democracy, or the narrowness of their minds and the equal narrowness of their public support.

I do know without fear of contradiction what the definition of life is and it is 12 words long. 'Life is defined by how much you improve the lives of others.'

You know the Art Rule: Do something that entertains/interests YOU, if you're lucky it'll do the same for others.