You can parody almost anything.

I'm a great admirer of cartoons, because I can't do cartoons.

No game designed to be played with the aid of personal servants by right-handed men who can't even bring along their dogs can be entirely good for the soul.

Not even Barbra Streisand celebrates herself as tirelessly as golf celebrates itself.

It's easy to see golf not as a game at all but as some whey-faced, nineteenth-century Presbyterian minister's fever dream of exorcism achieved through ritual and self-mortification.

If the general attitude of Canadians toward their mighty neighbor to the south could be distilled into a single phrase, that phrase would probably be "Oh, shut up."

Aura, I'm really patient, but I'm not a bloody saint.

Us is my favorite people.

The promise of a kiss will carry us forward.

I grew up in the countryside, and I was obsessed with horses and wildlife.

The only true infidelity is for a live man to vote himself dead.

A journalist is a reporter out of a job.

Rumors of my wealth are greatly exaggerated. I have never been interested in money.

I used to act dumb. That act is no longer cute. Now, I would like to make a difference God has given me this new chance.

We're all aware that Hillary Clinton has a problem with the truth. Even among politicians, and that does not make her unique in the swamp that is Washington. But Hillary stands out.

The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.