It looked like just the sort of family Americans dream of having: dumb and loving.

Reason leavened with a little wit (if possible) is the real alternative to hate speech, meaning that there's no better time for it.

I still believe in love. I always will. It's my blessing and my burden.

He knows, as all the cleverest ones do, that no human being is so interesting that he can't make himself more interesting still by acting retarded at random intervals.

We're all impostors to ourselves. By that I mean that we know instinctively, intimately, the difference between whom we are inside and who we appear to be to others. Most of the time - when we aren't flat lying about something or playing a particularly stylized role in some heightened dramatic situation - this difference between the internal and the external is modest and manageable.

It's no accident that most self-help groups use 'anonymous' in their names; to Americans, the first step toward redemption is a ritual wiping out of the self, followed by the construction of a new one.

Everyone loves a witch hunt as long as it's someone else's witch being hunted.