“The blues he sends to meet me, won’t defeat me. It won’t be long til happiness steps up to greet me.”

Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head. But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red. Crying’s not for me. Cause I ain’t gonna stop the rain by complaining.

I’m never gonna stop the rain by complaining, because I’m free, nothing’s worrying me.

With luck, a writer capable of producing both Slouching Towards Kalamazoo and The Blood of the Lamb will not remain unappreciated for long.

I think its important to engage them. And I think it’s important that we continue to fight for human rights, which is essential to denying the next generation of terrorists their recruits and this is a long-term fight we’re in when it comes to the war on terror.

People have been talking about multiverses as a philosophical idea for a long time. But the current incarnations in physics

I love to believe that there’s one god but there’s many different religions so there’s just the question of which long distance company you pick.

In the New Yorker library, I have long been shelved between Nadine Gordimer and Brendan Gill; an eerie little space nestled between high seriousness of purpose and legendary lightness of touch.

American long for a closed society in which everything can be bought, where laborers are either hidden away or dressed up as nonhumans, so as not to be disconcerting. This place is called Disney World.

Ronald Reagan perfected the subtler version long ago by talking about “welfare mothers” – a code phrase for people of colour.

A long December and there’s reason to believe, maybe this year will be better than the last.