I was brought up by an Episcopalian father and Presbyterian mother in nondenominational Army chapels all over the world and never really had much religious experience.

I never know what I'm going to do for the Post next. Two weeks ago I had a piece on Homeland Security. This is one of my pig ongoing projects. How unprepared we are for a terrorist attack.

... Washington is, for one thing, the news capital of the world. And for another, it is a company town. Most of the interesting people in Washington either work for the government or write about it.

I had cottage cheese for lunch and a glass of wine when I got home tonight.

The football season is like pain. You forget how terrible it is until it seizes you again.

I think, certainly in the more civilized societies, women's roles are growing in power all of the time.

Its always in the second administration when things start to go sour. They circle the wagons.

Women will have all the power one day anyway. It's just a matter of time.

We're newspaper junkies; I can't imagine life without a newspaper.

Every poll shows that most journalists are Democrats.

Last week I did a piece for Style on advice to Laura Bush about how to help her husband. This week it's religion. It just depends on what I find interesting at the moment.

Prosperity is the best protector of principle.

Lesser artists borrow, great artists steal.

Solitude will be welcomed or endured or avoided, according as a man's personal value is large or small.

One of the painful things about our time is that those who feel certainty are stupid, and those with any imagination and understanding are filled with doubt and indecision.

Technology is knowledge of how the universe works that enables you to change the world.

Post-Scarcity Age, you don't pay for things. Abundance.

Typically, in the last round of open tournaments the level of play is markedly lower, the number of blunders higher.

Creativity is not enough... the skill of the true artist is to show the real in the light of the ideal and so transfigure it.

In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life.