When the truffles arrived the paintings leaned off the wall toward them.

Pigeons flew in diminishing waves between the low buildings. The sun rose. It said, Now that you've done this, you can never have that. Now that I'm like this, I can never go back.

How impossible it is to forget the stories we tell ourselves, even when the truth should super-cede them.

I said, "It really didn't feel like a choice. Where else is there to go?

Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.

My name ain't Keith, so could you lease stop Sweatin' me.

Embrace your dreams and never lose faith in yourself. Your dreams can come true if you work hard enough for them.

Tim O'Brien's book about Vietnam, The Things They Carried, has won every award, is studied in college and is considered to be definitive. But it's fiction.

Tequila is my salmon.

All you need to do is write truly and not care about what the fate of it is.

I can't say I'm surprised: the grassroots antiwar movement keeps turning out to be MoveOn/A.N.S.W.E.R. astroturf.

Adding CO2 to the air is like throwing another blanket on the bed.

If you are not willing to take pain to live by your principles, there is no point in having principles.

We wake from one dream into another dream.