I'm deeply driven and want my finger stuck in every pot there is.

I'm deeply driven and want my finger stuck in every pot there is.

I don't know about you, but I can tell when someone's lying. They can't look you in the eye - they look you in the bridge of your nose.

By the end of the week, if I'm still alive, I get to write whatever I want about it all.

I can't drive, so I can only live in New York, which is fine with me.

This commitment to truth is something one senses more and more Americans yearning for, just as they are becoming more and more sophisticated at knowing when the truth is being obscured - an irony that seems to elude most of todays elected officials.

It's a good thing that columnists don't make homosexuality their last taboo anymore. But I wish the columnists themselves would come out too.