Some people are better imagined in one's bed than found there in the morning.

Michael O'Donoghue was a very close friend of mine - very encouraging with my stuff, and really a great guy - but he was a no-kidding difficult person.

Imagine a weight-loss program at the end of which, instead of better health, good looks, and hot romantic prospects, you die. Somalia had become just this kind of spa.

Who does Bill Clinton think got off the boat and stepped on Plymouth Rock? Peace Corps volunteers?

I went back to bumming around New York, writing freelance stuff for Car & Driver and such.

Little islands of human happiness, peace, and prosperity are so exceptional at this point in history that I'm not even sure we can draw lessons from them.

All lies are told with a straight face. It is truth that's said with a dismissive giggle.