A few weeks after my surgery, I went out to play catch with my golden retriever. When I bent over to pick up the ball, my prosthesis fell out. The dog snatched it, and I found myself chasing him down the road yelling "Hey, come back here with my breast!"

I am not for abortion; nobody is for abortion. I am for your right to make your own hard choices in this world.

I was raised by and have raised people who regard telling one story when two would do as a sign someone is not really trying.

Dreck is dreck and no amount of fancy polish is going to make it anything else.

Time doesn't go. Time stays. We go.

Putting people in a room and strapping wires to their wrist to find out if I make them tingle when I'm telling them about Beirut is a long way from Edward R. Murrow.

If men can run the world, why can't they stop wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start the day by tying a little noose around your neck?