Maureen Bridgid Dowd (/daʊd/; born January 14, 1952) is an American columnist for The New York Times, and an author.
The sounds of silence are a dim recollection now, like mystery, privacy and paying attention to one thing — or one person — at a time.
F. D. R. achieved greatness not by means of imposing his temperament and intellect on the world but by reacting to what the world threw at him.
When you're young, and even at times when you're older, it's hard to fathom this: What needs to be nurtured is the stuff that's different, that sets you apart from the pack, rather than the stuff that helps you blend in.
Tweetin' ain't cheatin'.
Eric Schmidt looks innocent enough, with his watercolor blue eyes and his tiny office full of toys and his Google campus stocked with volleyball courts and unlocked bikes and wheat-grass shots and cereal dispensers and Haribo Gummi Bears and heated toilet seats and herb gardens and parking lots with cords hanging to plug in electric cars.
It takes a lot of adrenaline and fear to make me actually write.
Women are affected by lunar tides only once a month; men have raging hormones every day.
Obama also allowed Hillary supporters to insert an absurd statement into the platform suggesting that media sexism spurred her loss and that 'demeaning portrayals of women. . . dampen the dreams of our daughters' [. . . ] It would have been better to put this language in the platform: 'A woman who wildly mismanages and bankrupts a quarter-of-a-billion-dollar campaign operation, and then blames sexism in society, will dampen the dreams of our daughters. '
The Mormons even baptized Anne Frank. It took Ernest Michel, then chairman of the American Gathering of Jewish Holocaust Survivors, three years to get Mormons to agree to stop proxy-baptizing Holocaust victims.
The Republicans, with their crazed Reagan fixation, are a last-gasp party, living posthumously, fighting battles on sex, race, immigration and public education long ago won by the other side. They're trying to roll back the clock, but time is passing them by.
The Mayans were right, as it turns out, when they predicted the world would end in 2012. It was just a select world: the G. O. P. universe of arrogant, uptight, entitled, bossy, retrogressive white guys. [. . . ] Instead of smallpox, plagues, drought and Conquistadors, the Republican decline will be traced to a stubborn refusal to adapt to a world where poor people and sick people and black people and brown people and female people and gay people count.
President Bush was once asked which Presidential speech he admired most. He replied that it was the one Teddy Roosevelt had in his pocket that had helped cushion the blow of a would-be assassin's bullet.
Afghanistan is more than the 'graveyard of empires. ' It's the mother of vicious circles.
Women have become so obsessed with not withering, they've forgotten that there are infinite ways to be beautiful.
I find having a column a very difficult form of journalism. I'm not a natural like Tom Friedman and Anna Quindlen.
The Clintons want to do big worthy things, but they also want to squeeze money from rich people wherever they live on planet Earth, insatiably gobbling up cash for politics and charity and themselves from the same incestuous swirl.
Now that Hillary [Clinton] has won Pennsylvania, it will take a village to help Obama escape from the suffocating embrace of his rival. Certainly Howard Dean will be of no use steering her to the exit. It’s like Micronesia telling Russia to denuke.
Don't write anything down, but save everything that anyone else writes down.
I strained to remember where I was or even what I was wearing, touching my green corduroy jeans and staring at the exposed-brick wall. As my paranoia deepened, I became convinced that I had died and no one was telling me.
For two centuries, the South has feared a takeover by blacks or the feds. In Obama, they have both.