I Hate Vacations. There's Nothing To Do.

You Know, I Once Read An Interesting Book Which Said That, Uh, Most People Lost In The Wilds, They, They Die Of Shame. Yeah, See, They Die Of Shame. 'what Did I Do Wrong? How Could I Have Gotten Myself Into This?' And So They Sit There And They... Die. Because They Didn't Do The One Thing That Would Save Their Lives. Thinking.

Every Reiteration Of The Idea That Nothing Matters Debases The Human Spirit.

We Recipients Of The Boon Of Liberty Have Always Been Ready, When Faced With Discomfort, To Discard Any And All First Principles Of Liberty, And, Further, To Indict Those Who Do Not Freely Join With Us In Happily Arrogating Those Principles.

Our Job, As Writers Is To Do Our Jobs.

My Dad Was An Immigrant Kid And A Democrat And A Jew, And We Didn't Know Any Republicans In Our Group. So I Grew Up Democratic. My Dad Was A Labor Lawyer - A Very Hardworking Guy, A One-horse Labor Lawyer - And Then I Went To Hippie College And Lived In The Bubble.