In our public life, California is on the verge of being a failed state, and no state has failed in the history of this country.

If the Pilgrims had landed in Santa Monica Bay rather than Boston, we'd have six states out here!

In the luxuriance of a bowl of grapes set out in ritual display, in a bottle of wine, the soil and sunshine of California reached millions for whom that distant place would henceforth be envisioned as a sun-graced land resplendent with the goodness of the fruitful earth.

I like narrative, and I ultimately am in love with the men and women I write about, most of them.

I don't reverberate to victimhood, probably because of my own life. I refused to become a victim myself, so it's not one of my big stories.

I think California is playing a game of brinkmanship that's very dangerous. Why is it 50 or 60 years ago we had the capacity to lay down the physical, psychological, cultural, public infrastructure of a global mega-state, and today we are on the verge of being Honduras?

In our public life, California is on the verge of being a failed state, and no state has failed in the history of this country.