I am always at a loss at how much to believe of my own stories.
Have I tried it? Probably in one of my drunken stupors. . .
I’m happily married. I’ve got more than enough to eat at home.
I do not use crack cocaine, nor am I an addict of crack cocaine.
What I compare bike lanes to is swimming with the sharks. Sooner or later you're going to get bitten. . . Roads are built for buses, cars, and trucks, not for people on bikes. My heart bleeds for them when I hear someone gets killed, but it's their own fault at the end of the day.
I don’t believe in all this public-funded health care, we can’t afford it. If you want health care, you pay for it.
Yes, I have smoked crack cocaine. But do I? Am I an addict? No. Have I tried it? Probably in one of my drunken stupors, probably approximately about a year ago.
Liberty finds no refuge in a jurisprudence of doubt.
The present hardly exists, after all-it becomes the past even as it happens. A tricky medium, time - and central to the concerns of fiction.
Can the real Constitution be restored? Probably not. Too many Americans depend on government money under programs the Constitution doesn't authorize, and money talks with an eloquence Shakespeare could only envy. Ignorant people don't understand The Federalist Papers, but they understand government checks with their names on them.
I also thought the music was a huge contribution, in terms of creating the scale of that. And, I was impressed with just how natural and fluid the world looks. The world is so artificial and it requires so much work to make all the different pieces add up together, but when it comes together, it just looks effortless. It's amazing.