What I love about the Internet and what I try to do on the issues is insist upon the ability to have bad taste if one wants.

To rid the world of Osama bin Laden, Anwar al-Awlaki and Moammar Qaddafi within six months: if Obama were a Republican, he'd be on Mount Rushmore by now.

Blogging is to writing what extreme sports are to athletics: more free-form, more accident-prone, less formal, more alive. It is, in many ways, writing out loud.

How can you tell when a political ideology has become the equivalent of a religion?

Homophobia: the fear that another man will treat you like you treat women.

Don't fool yourself that you're blogging when you're really just putting stuff up online.

The important things are not worth knowing because they are useful. They are worth knowing because they are true.

When you put a tiny and despised minority up for a popular vote, the minority usually loses.

When I was about eight, I asked my mother if it was true that God knows everything about you. When she answered yes, I said, "Then there's no hope for me, Mum."

I think of these imperial adventures like welfare programs; you start them with all good intentions, they never end, they go on forever and get more expensive as they go on.

The dirty little secret of journalism is that it really isn't a profession, it's a craft. All you need is a telephone and a conscience and you're all set.

Desire grows by what it feeds on.

It seems that different people have an idea of what I am, and what I should be. And then there's me.

Work will cure your grief. Serve others.

The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.

To be a top performer you have to be passionately committed to what you're doing and insanely confident about your ability to pull it off.

There would not be so many open mouths if there were not so many open ears.

He knew that hair couldn't feel; he kissed her hair.

Gandhi, who went to Wendy's and asked, "Where's the belief?" Never got a dinner!

One time I went to a hotel. I asked the bellhop to handle my bag. He felt up my wife!

That Hugh Laurie show is nothing but Scrubs fan fiction.