One [television] program was an interminable exploration of the question: can a woman with a low I.Q. be happily married to a man with a high one? The answer seemed to be yes and no.

If you actually are an educated, thinking person, you will not be welcome in Washington, D.C. I know a couple of bright seventh graders who would not be welcome in Washington D.C.

How embarrassing to be human.

Somebody gets into trouble, then gets out of it again. People love that story. They never get tired of it.

Women are so useless and unimaginative, aren't they? All they ever think of planting in the dirt is the seed of something beautiful or edible. The only missile they can ever think of throwing at anybody is a ball or a bridal bouquet.

Their imaginations were flywheels on the ramshackle machinery of the awful truth.

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.