The radical intelligence in the moderate position is the only place where the center holds. Or so it seems.

I love the laconic. Clearly, I am not of their number.

My grandmother refused to concede that any member of the family died of natural causes. An uncle's cancer in middle age occurred because all the suitcases fell off the luggage rack onto him when he was in his teens, and so forth. Death was an acquired characteristic.

A favorite strategy was the paragraph-terminating: Right? Followed immediately by Wrong. This linear invitation to a mugging was considered a strategy of wit.

If you once cede to the Court the power to decide elections, let alone even the power to halt counting of the votes, then you have ceded it everything.

There are so many different types of writers. It's just sheer coincidence that they're all called writers.

In the strange heat all litigation brings to bear on things, the very process of litigation fosters the most profound misunderstandings in the world.