The greatest sin of airline management of the last 22 years is to say, "It's all labor's fault."

There really isn't any limit to the number of people who want a piece of you, and it's all important stuff.

Your body is a temple and I'm in need of serious prayer.

I'm not afraid to make mistakes. I'm afraid of not learning from them.

We can safely abandon the doctrine of the eighties, namely that the rich were not working because they had too little money, the poor because they had much.

Himmler wants to send an expedition to Tibet to look for ancient manuscripts on the Aryans. The man is like a little schoolgirl. What culture is there in an old jug, I ask you?

Is there not a certain satisfaction in the fact that natural limits are set to the life of the individual, so that at the conclusion it may appear as a work of art?

There's no question that Donald Trump has had ample opportunity to distance himself from the kind of racist language that comes from some of his supporters.

One Mormon raised the question with his spouse, who minched no words in replying, 'All right Jody - you get another wife and I'll get another husband!'

Jazz speaks for life. This is triumphant music.

Gender fluidity is not really feeling like you're at one end of the spectrum or the other.

The past is prologue.