The Voice has always been an alternative paper. They have always understood that that was part of their role.

My own reaction from a distance is that Pol Pot's demise as the leader of the Khmer Rouge was inevitable, and that his own paranoia did him in as much as anything else.

We Americans are the ultimate innocents. We are forever desperate to believe that this time the government is telling us the truth.

Pol Pot carried out through the years enormous purges against his own followers because of his paranoia.

The mainstream press and television do a very soft job of covering the press, either as corporate entities or as news organizations.

Contradictory to my religion, I think, is journalism.

I don't judge myself by what someone says.

This isn't a little debate society. That's high school stuff.

People in New York pay attention to national issues - a huge percentage of people.

It's very easy to say that something is a shadow of itself, and it may be true in some senses.

Lacey didn't like it, even though he was born here, I understand. I mean, he was born in Brooklyn. He told the staff that they better prepare themselves to say goodbye to some of their friends.

You have a destiny, you are a human of intrinsic value, you were born to fulfil a mission

St Thomas (Aqinas) loved books and lived on books... When asked for what he thanked God most, he answered simply, ‘I have understood every page I ever read’.

The reason 'help' is such a great prayer is that God is the gift of desperation. When you're in despair, you're teachable.

The ugly duckling is a misunderstood universal myth. It's not about turning into a blonde Barbie doll or becoming what you dream of being; it's about self-revelation, becoming who you are.

The capacity to transform itself from the inside makes capitalism a somewhat peculiar beast - chameleon-like, it perpetually changes it colour; snake-like, it periodically sheds its skin.

A number of images put together a certain way become something quite above and beyond what any of them are individually.

Of course, when one is faced with a canvas, one is no longer alone, and the sense of solitude diminishes. This can be an agreeable passage of time. In fact, solitude then becomes a kind of companion.

I read books, but I do it because I want to - because it's like an escape in my head, like being with you.

The real challenge is to work out what aliens might actually be like.

Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.