The President's decisions make the weather, and if he is great enough, change the climate, too.

I saw Chungking for the first time more than 40 years ago - a city of hills and mists, of grays and lavenders, two rivers shaping it to a point and the cliff rising above me like a challenge.

I, alas, must present myself somewhat ignominiously as a chef in a busy kitchen. Somewhere a novel is bubbling on a back burner, an old attempt at history may come out of the freezer.

Every American election summons the individual voter to weigh the past against the future.

America is a nation created by all the hopeful wanderers of Europe, not out of geography and genetics, but out of purpose.

The best time to listen to a politician is when he's on a stump on a street corner in the rain late at night when he's exhausted. Then he doesn't lie.

With the end of the nominating process, American politics leaves logic behind.