I always bring my kids vacation souvenirs printed in Comic Sans, so they know I love them but not unconditionally.

Being a nerd really pays off sometimes.

I remember one of my last shows, the Final Jeopardy! clue was something like 'These two boys' names are top 10 boys' names in the U.S., they both end with the same letter, and they're both names of Jesus' apostles.' Now, obviously that's not a knowable fact.

We don't realize how hard it was to drive anywhere outside the major cities less than a century ago.

There must be something innate about maps, about this one specific way of picturing our world and our relation to it, that charms us, calls to us, won’t let us look anywhere else in the room if there’s a map on the wall.

I have condemned my kids to a lifetime of geographic illiteracy.

It's boring to have the same guy win. I'm actively rooting against myself.