If You're Famous Enough, The Rules Don't

I Feel Like I Owe It To The Readers To Try To Pull Back The Veil And Give Them The Honest Version Of What's Going On. But It's Not More Fun. If Obama, As He Does Sometimes Already, Gets A Little Snippy With Me About Something I've Written, You're Thinking, 'oh God, The President Of The United States Is Already Annoyed With Me.'

I Think Even The Hollywood Money People Are Saying They've Got To Get The Party Back From The Clinton Wing. They Can't, You Know, Keep Nominating These Northeast Liberals. They Have To Look For People Who Can Win.

Wooing The Press Is An Exercise Roughly Akin To Picnicking With A Tiger. You Might Enjoy The Meal, But The Tiger Always Eats Last.

The Sounds Of Silence Are A Dim Recollection Now, Like Mystery, Privacy And Paying Attention To One Thing — Or One Person — At A Time.

Good And Evil Are Not Like The Redskins And The Cowboys.