Most people don't like to talk about violent historical death.

I still believe in public radio's potential. Because it's the one mass medium that's still crafted almost entirely by true believers.

Once or twice a day, I am enveloped inside what I like to call the Impenetrable Shield of Melancholy. This shield, it is impenetrable. Hence the name. I cannot speak. And while I can feel myself freeze up, I can't do anything about it.

The only thing more dangerous than an idea is a belief.

Assassins and presidents invite the same basic question: Just who do you think you are?

If I looked in the mirror someday and saw no dark circles under my eyes, I would probably look better. I just wouldn't look like me.

Oh my dear, idealists are the cruelest monsters of them all.