I understand the difference between journalism and scholarship that comes 20 years later.

I think dealing with the U.S. Senate is very different from dealing with the electorate.

Journalism, some huge percentage of it, should be devoted to putting pressure on power, on nonsense, on chicanery of all kinds and if that's going to invite a lawsuit, well, bring it on.

Nature is cold, wet, hard and unforgiving.

There is no single field of activity, not a single institution, free of the most brutal sort of corruption. Russia has bred a world-class mafia.

100% of the people who get the magazine say they read the cartoons first - and the other 2% are lying.100

The Communist Party apparatus was the most gigantic mafia the world has ever known.

Every good journalist is aware that his trade may one day go the way of phrenology-and, what's more, the population will hardly protest the extinction.

We should put pressure on power and write the truth and write relentlessly and fearlessly. That's the job.

I would also like to see Russia not interfere in our elections.

I think we should be alarmed, watchful, and, as journalists, rigorous and fearless. I think we should be alert.

Life is as a result of time evolution

Love is the beauty of the soul.

Horses are a symbol of America and can be marketed that way overseas.

There is an awful lot of work to do to protect trans folks. We are still disproportionally poor and administratively and institutionally discriminated against at all levels of society.

In The Greens Are Gone, I play a character that's bipolar, so that was a big step and quite a challenge.

The subtlest of subtleties, this is the gateway to all mysteries.

Limitation is essential to authority. A government is legitimate only if it is effectively limited.

My main concern is with the anxiety that has settled upon America.

My music must reflect whatever's going on in my mind, and my life needs to evolve for me to discover who it is I'm becoming.

yet it seems Life scarce can cast a fragrance on the wind, Scarce spread a glory to the morning beams, But the torn petals strew the garden plot; And there's but common greenness after that.