The great appeal of baseball, among the great appeals, it's a game without time. It is a pastoral game that is separated from time.

And believe it or not, a new record from Philly's greatest, the Roots. It's kind of bitter sweet, to be honest. Well, maybe not so bitter. It's called "Rising Down."

The only single guy driving a minivan is a guy whose mother bought the van 16 years ago...

The lie is, even if you do work out, you'll never look like Madonna. That's the lie.

I guess that's the major difference between '80s-club Madonna and today's Madonna is she can get anyone she wants to show up in the studio for her.

Turkey's great if you're one of those people who can't sleep on planes because when the tryptophan kicks in, it's no problem.

Friday means popcorn and multiplexes, speaking of movies, and it is the multi that is the problem. So many movie screens. The struggle of what to put on them.

I’m the one who requires a nice scratch behind my ears, and then I’ll tap my toe, and that’ll be fine.

The act of giving is the grace to meet a need.

I will never again look at the homeless people the way I did before entering Bowery Mission.

Never talk back to a teacher. Teachers are like God. Actually, teachers are God's boss.

Reflect that in reality you have a greater need to serve [the poor] than they have of your service.

Our need to reimagine our world through the vibratory larynx, that's what matters. Re-awaken the world to itself. Through ideas, pictures, sounds. Hold the mirror up to "nature."

I'm passionate about the fact that this world that we live on is a stunningly beautiful place we have despoiled at every level.

I will devour you. I will lick your bones clean and crush them between my teeth. I will suck the marrow…” “That’s nice,” Kate said. “The shield.

Red roses for young lovers. French beans for longstanding relationships

John McCain... looks like a fraud to me.