I don't like to be in the forest. It's a weird thing. I've learned to have a general appreciation for nature, which has taken a while. But the forest, I still don't really love.

I love sushi, but I'm not going to write a column about it.

When wine drinkers tell me they taste notes of cherries, tobacco and rose petals, usually all I can detect is a whole lot of jackass.

Reporting in general makes me pretty nervous. But I realized: all the amazing work experiences of my life were thanks to reporting. So that forces you to go do it.

Online reaction is very different than real-world reaction.

I think the local food movement has been taken to idiotic extremes. And so I wrote about that and people got pissed.

I always thought that being at Time and tweaking your bosses and exploiting your expense account was just fun. Just joyous.

I'm not that clued into what people are that touchy about and how many of them there are and how niche these niches are.

People are different in different situations and people are different online than they are in real life.

I have a really high bar for being angry. Like, it doesn't even happen every year.

I've gotten thicker skin mostly from being older. You just stop caring quite as much about everything.

In Light there is Dark, and in Dark there is Light.

My ultimate authority would be the school librarian Mrs. Greenbacher.

The river moves, but it follows a path. When it tires of one journey, it rubs through some rock to forge a new way. Hard work, but that's its nature.

Those who don't know how to weep with their whole heart, don't know how to laugh either.

Everyday is filled with opportunities to take a quiet moment

I will defend everybody, every man, woman and child who's come to California for a better life and has contributed to the well-being of our state.

Tranquilizers to overcome angst, pep pills to wake us up, life pills to ensure blissful sterility. I will lift up my ears unto the pills whence cometh my help.

Poetry should begin with emotion in the poet, and end with the same emotion in the reader. The poem is simply the instrument of transferance.

What doth better become wisdom than to discern what is worthy the living.

It wasn't that no one asked me to the prom, it was that no one would tell me where it was.