My sophomore year I spent exactly one day on the JV football team. It was the tryout day.

I was way too hyperactive to study for long. I would freak out, then crash, then be too tired to read or write. I really should have had less sugar.

Politicians who wear little tennis socks with the balls at the back should not be taken seriously.

It's interesting, because I tend to trust a man with big ears.

When it comes to war, we focus more on the mainstream coverage of the event, rather than the event itself. People dying is never funny. Protest puppets are always funny.

While some of my closest friends were jocks, it seemed that they spoke a different language with each other. Joining in their conversation was fraught with risk.

One Christmas my father kept our tree up till March. He hated to see it go. I loved that.