Brave Americans in past wars didn't die for the actual flag--they died for the freedom it represents, including the freedom to burn it.

Saying someone is religious is heard in most of America as a compliment, a reassuring affirmation that someone will be moral, ethical, and after a few glasses of wine, a freak in the bedroom.

Americans today confuse freedom with not being asked to sacrifice. The fact that you can't have everything you want exactly when you want it has somehow become un-American.

But females in even the most advanced Muslim countries are simply, by law, not the equal of men.

Just like in the workplace, women who are good workers are the best workers.

The real axis of evil in America is the genius of our marketing and the gullibility of our people.

We are oblivious to suffering. We are cheap with charity if it's not close to our home.

I hate stupidity, but what I hate even more is when people actually brag about it.

I don't respect thinking that is dangerous, prejudicial, childish, and could get me killed.

We're a complacent society, hard to get riled up in the first place, and then when we do, it's misdirected.

America is bad at discriminating between danger likely to strike again, and red herrings, the freaking helpings of disaster that no man or plan can prevent.

You never know what people live through. Be kind to all people.

We always see the worst in our selves. Our most volnerable selves. We need someone to get close enough to tell us that we're wrong. Someone we trust.

Authors always feel in danger of being abandoned by loved ones. This is a potent fear. Yet it's as inevitable as writer's cramp when we presume to write words for others to read.

We always feel threatened by things we don't know. But, there are definitely some weird things going on.

There are a number of steps that we can take to reinvigorate and rebuild the economic and the physical infrastructure of our country and then to rebuild us, frankly, on a spiritual level.

If you have beautiful knees, show your knees. I'm not a puritan. I love skin.

Happiness quells thought. And work quells thought.

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.

It is not sin that kills the soul, but impenitence.

Love! dearest, sweetest power! how much are we indebted to thee! How much superior are even thy miseries to the pleasures which arise from other sources!