What of a truth that is bounded by these mountains and is falsehood to the world that lives beyond?
I think I felt like a regular kid. Growing up in New York, I never felt I was a big deal.
Part of my job is to make the tough calls.
I care deeply about journalism, but we need to be a business.
Hillary Clinton famously talked about how raising a child takes a village. Except our society isn't set up that way. We're organized in nuclear units, and a single mom can ask her friends only so many times for help picking up the kids.
My mother doesn't cook; my grandmother didn't cook. Her kids were raised by servants. They would joke about Sunday night dinner. It was the only night she would cook, and apparently it was just horrendous, like scrambled eggs and Campbell's soup.
I dont feel like my job is to be beloved.
I see too many men delay their exits with a sickly, slow reluctance to leave the stage. It's bad theater as well as bad living.
Society can only hurt if you care for its opinion
All we have, it seems to me, is the beauty of art and nature and life, and the love which that beauty inspires.
I'll be your mess,you be mine That was the deal that we had signed I bought a hazmat suit to clean up your waste Gas masks,gloves,to keep us safe But now i'm alone in an empty room Staring down immaculate doom "Messy