One night last summer, all the killers in my head assembled on a stage in Massachusetts to sing show tunes.

I guess if I had to pick a spiritual figurehead to possess the deed to the entirety of Earth, I'd go with Buddha, but only because he wouldn't want it.

Why is America the last best hope of Earth? What if it's Liechtenstein? Or, worse, Canada?

I talk about going to his [George W. Bush's] Inauguration and crying when he took the oath, 'cause I was so afraid he was going to "wreck the economy and muck up the drinking water"... the failure of my pessimistic imagination at that moment boggles my mind now.

Robert Todd Lincoln, a.k.a. Jinxy McDeath.

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.