Happiness, in one sense, is a function of how closely our world conforms to the infinite variety of human preference.
I became convinced that knowing lots of people was kind of skill, something that the diligent can overcome.
I'm a purist: I start to wrinkle my nose when the Cold War ends.
In the act of tearing something apart, you lose its meaning.
The goal of storytelling should be to make stories as ubiquitous as music.
The ethics of plagiarism have turned into the narcissism of small differences: because journalism cannot own up to its heavily derivative nature, it must enforce originality on the level of the sentence.