I believe my friends and neighbors there are misguided. I think they are not going to get what they hoped for. But they feel betrayed by the Democratic and Republican establishment.

I have no way of knowing how people really feel, but the vast majority of those I meet couldn't be nicer. Every once in a while someone barks at me. My New Year's resolution is not to bark back.

I was up late last night yapping about the elections on CNN and up early this morning doing the same thing in my daughter's kindergarten class.

The modern tribalism of the left demands that each person choose a group and then agree with everything that group agrees with. And anybody who leaves that group is stoned to death.

Canada is a sweet country. It is like your retarded cousin you see at Thanksgiving and sort of pat him on the head. You know, he's nice, but you don't take him seriously. That is Canada.

Feminism's latest victory: the right to get your limbs blown off in war. Congratulations.

Anybody who sides with Canada internationally in a debate between the U.S. and Canada, say, Belgium, is somebody whose opinion we shouldn't care about in the first place.

Unless you know a lot more about something than I do, I am not really that interested. I have too much information already.

It is nice to be around people who think differently than you. They challenge your ideas and keep you from being complacent.

It is increasingly important to be open-minded.

I will say, the one thing Mexico does well is punish prisoners. They do. They're good at that.

We are not poor because we do not have money, we are poor because we do not know how to make money.

If you hold onto a man hoping someone else won't get them you have learned how to be desperate, not wise.

It is then he realises that certain things loom larger than forgiveness and reconciliation: memory, for one, and history, bloody history.

The man who sailed around his soul From East to West, from pole to pole With ego as his drunken captain Greed, the mutineer, had trapped all reason in the hold

Over the past fifty years or so, scientists have allowed the conventions of expression available to them to become entirely too confining.

You are such a chick.” I widened my eyes in mock surprise. “No way. Are you sure?

Perhaps living souls had greater phantom powers than the dead.

I get pretty dark sometimes, pretty bleak. But that passes.

Every day I turned a 'you can't' into a 'you can.'

We all, as women, need to continue to change our gaze from how we are seen to how we are seeing.