It's a little dangerous to be a badass.

What's next for me? I don't know. So I'm in exactly the same boat as many of you.

We human beings are a lot more resilient than we often realize. Resilient and perseverant.

A general truth is to have a good sense of humor. Roll with the punches of life's ups and downs. Laughing at yourself always helps.

You know the sting of losing or not getting something you badly want. When that happens show what you are made of.

In one's relationship with dogs and with a newsroom, a generous amount of praise and encouragement goes much better than criticism.

I have an older sister who sounds, unfortunately, exactly like me, and we sound like our mother did.

The printed newspaper is a powerful showcase for news, opinion and advertising.

I like the immediacy of blogs and the democratizing effects of letting millions of voices bloom on the Web.

Women are damn resilient.

You know, a dog can snap you out of any kind of bad mood that you're in faster than you can think of.

Real intimacy is a sacred experience. It never exposes its secret trust and belonging to the voyeuristic eye of a neon culture. Real intimacy is of the soul, and the soul is reserved.

The idea that a war can be won by standing on the defensive and waiting for the enemy to attack is a dangerous fallacy, which owes its inception to the desire to evade the price of victory.

No one awakens in the morning thinking they will die that day. Not a saint or a sinner. Not even a condemned killer. We all know were mortal, and yet we all believe we'll live forever.

New rumors that Saddam Hussein is planning to flee to a castle in Libya with 10 billion dollars. Now President Bush doesn't know whether to nuke him or give him a tax cut.

To paraphrase Winston Churchill, capitalism is the worst economic system except for all the other forms.

My God, it transformed me. My life changed.

I may have become Christian, were it not for Christians.

The most terrible of motives and the most unanswerable of responses: Because.

Ninety-nine percent of the world's lovers are not with their first choice. That's what makes the jukebox play.