I'm impervious to logic.

We're not talking about truth, we're talking about something that seems like truth - the truth we want to exist.

You don't look up truthiness in a book, you look it up in your gut.

What are the origins of dressage? Did just, one day, some young horse say to his dad, 'Dad, I don't want to charge into battle...I just wanna dance'?

What does Karl Marx put on his pasta? Communist Manipesto!

Marijuana is a gateway drug that can lead to awful things, like Phish getting back together.

You should spend more time with your families; write that novel you've always wanted to write. You know, the one about the fearless reporter who stands up to the administration. You know - fiction.