I heard that Commentary and Dissent had merged and formed Dysenery.
I feel about New York as a child whose father is a bank robber. Not perfect, but I still love him.
I cannot say for certain that God does not exist; I think the worst thing that can be said about him is that he's a bit of an underachiever.
Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?
Subjectivity is objective.
If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans.