Don't cry over spilled milk-- get angry and punch a cow.

I would say laughter is the best medicine. But it's more than that. It's an entire regime of antibiotics and steroids.

Warning, I may contain more than a trace amount of nut.

Now, for my younger viewers out there, a book is something we used to have before the internet. It’s sort of a blog for people with attention spans.

I must confess that I've never trusted the Web. I've always seen it as a coward's tool. Where does it live? How do you hold it personally responsible? Can you put a distributed network of fiber-optic cable "on notice"? And is it male or female? In other words, can I challenge it to a fight?

Hey, single malt scotch, youre thirty years old. When are you going to settle down and get married to my stomach?

You said in your book that at the end of the day, every politician is human. What about during the day?