I think the idea of creating a television news source that is not beholden to corporate interests is nirvana.

Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.

I have had time to analyze my feelings. I am certain that they are totally neurotic, sexist, silly, and a big waste of time.

I was proud of the waves I had made, but wondered how many boats I was supposed to rock.

Miss Child is never bashful with butter.

Spanking and verbal criticism have become, to many parents, more important tools of child rearing than approval.

The establishment people tell us that if the workers wanted to share the profits, it was called communism. When management wants to share profits, it's called a bonus.

The House looks like more fun. It's like the Donahue show. The Senate is like one of those Sunday morning public service programs.

The system of volunteerism is divisive. It pits one charity against the others for the charity dollar.

We should not use crippled children to sell hamburgers. Ever.

A large psychic void is left by a loss of faith. So many Catholics have tried so many things to replace it.

The proud person always wants to do the right thing, the great thing. But because he wants to do it in his own strength, he is fighting not with man, but with God.

...lies can sound awfully pretty when a girl is in love with the person telling them.

Whoever doesn't know it must learn and find by experience that 'a quiet conscience makes one strong!'

Evil is a form of incompetence.

I was looking for Simon." Jordan squinted at her. "It's two in the morning." She shrugged. "He's a vampire." "But I'm not.

We're stronger in the places that we've been broken.

Life is an apprenticeship to the constant renunciations, to the steady failure of our claims, our hopes, our powers, our liberty.

She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related. Love was closer to a need, no different from the need to eat, to breathe.

Is it not enough to make me come back to life out of spite, to have someone who spat in my face while I existed come and rub my feet when I am beginning to exist no longer?

You see. . . it's really quite strenuous doing nothing all day, so once a week we take a holiday and go nowhere, which was just where we were going when you came along. Would you care to join us?