There's a great book about that, "The Breaking Point" by Stephen Koch . It won't improve your opinion of [Ernest] Hemingway.

Ideology knows the answer before the question has been asked. Principles are something different: a set of values that have to be adapted to circumstances but not compromised away.

Inequality hardens society into a class system. Inequality divides us from one another... Inequality undermines democracy.

At the heart of the matter is a battle between wish and fear. Fear generally proves stronger than a wish, but it leaves a taste of disappointment on the tongue.

I think that bias is not a fixed thing. It's not as though some people are biased and others are not. It ebbs and flows. It can be manipulated. It changes according to a person's circumstances.

We will have a more just society as soon as we want one.

We have all the information in the universe at our fingertips, while our most basic problems go unsolved year after year...All around, we see dazzling technological change, but no progress.

Inequality saps the will to conceive of ambitious solutions to large collective problems, because those problems no longer seem very collective.

We all know who Donald Trump's talking to.

Character is destiny, and politicians usually get the scandals they deserve, with a sense of inevitability about them.

Twitter is crack for media addicts.

The knowledge that she would never be loved in return acted upon her ideas as a tide acts upon cliffs.

His smile is beautiful. It's the kind of smile that can take away all nervousness and tension in a room, no matter how big. I have no choice but to smile back.

Harry, my wand!

I used to want to shoot my age. Now I would just like to shoot my temperature.

what pudor pejorocracy affronts how awe, night-rest and neighborhood can rot what breeds where dirtiness is law what crawls below

How galling to watch someone who looks like you, who basically is you, do all the shagging you didn't get to do.

And you know what it is? San Francisco a golden handcuff with the key thrown away.

Two hundred years ago, before the advent of capitalism, a man's social status was fixed from the beginning to the end of his life; he inherited it from his ancestors and it never changed.

If you've made your own hell, then only you have the power to escape it.

I can usually judge a fellow by what he laughs at.