In the coldest February, as in every other month in every other year, the best thing to hold on to in this world is each other.

Only dead fish swim with the stream all of the time.

There is a gentle absurdity about Washington, D.C., and it is easy to develop affection for the place, if you can forget that the consequences of what goes on there are real, whereas what goes on there may not be.

[My father] was generous with his affection, given to great, awkward, engulfing hugs, and I can remember so clearly the smell of his hugs, all starched shirt, tobacco, Old Spice, and Cutty Sark. Sometimes I think I've never been properly hugged since.

Presumably a movement is more polite than a revolution, and a lot slower.

It's not just the cheerleading thing I have a problem with, it's the whole jock enchilada. I'm all for a good game of basketball in teh driveway or a killer bike ride. But when there's tackling and grunting involved-- no thanks.

In the coldest February, as in every other month in every other year, the best thing to hold on to in this world is each other.