So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries.

Men are jerks. Women are psychotic.

The artist makes his living by pretending, by putting it in a meaningful hole though no such holes exist.

[Ayres] was our city because we were building it. That's how I felt when I walked around town.

This had been going on at Shortridge since 1906. My parents had also worked on the Shortridge Daily Echo. The way it came into being was that when they built Shortridge High School, they had a vocational department and they had a print shop.

You know who was a hero? Franklin Roosevelt.

A lack of seriousness has led to all sorts of wonderful insights.