I don't read the "letters" section of Time magazine. I think it's just my habit as a reader. I don't read comments on stories, in general.

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.

Magic was not in glitter and sparks. Real magic didn't need to be.

Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.

Many a true word is spoken in jest.

If American women would increase their voting turnout by ten percent, I think we would see an end to all of the budget cuts in programs benefiting women and children.

I don't think you can say that feminism has made women critical of marriage because women have been critical of marriage for centuries.

If we are incapable of finding peace in ourselves, it is pointless to search elsewhere.

The better a work is, the more it attracts criticism; it is like the fleas who rush to jump on white linens.

I'm not sure that is correct but I love that interpretation - that we artists never go out of self-portrait.

What I always hoped for out of the psychedelic voyaging was to bring back something. I always felt, and still feel, that that is the attitude with which you should go into these things.

Herbes... comfort the wearied braine with fragrant smells which yielde a certaine kind of nourishment.