We have all the information in the universe at our fingertips, while our most basic problems go unsolved year after year...All around, we see dazzling technological change, but no progress.

Ideology knows the answer before the question has been asked. Principles are something different: a set of values that have to be adapted to circumstances but not compromised away.

Inequality hardens society into a class system. Inequality divides us from one another... Inequality undermines democracy.

At the heart of the matter is a battle between wish and fear. Fear generally proves stronger than a wish, but it leaves a taste of disappointment on the tongue.

I think that bias is not a fixed thing. It's not as though some people are biased and others are not. It ebbs and flows. It can be manipulated. It changes according to a person's circumstances.

We will have a more just society as soon as we want one.

Inequality saps the will to conceive of ambitious solutions to large collective problems, because those problems no longer seem very collective.

We all know who Donald Trump's talking to.

Character is destiny, and politicians usually get the scandals they deserve, with a sense of inevitability about them.

Twitter is crack for media addicts.

The invisibility of work and workers in the digital age is as consequential as the rise of the assembly line and, later, the service economy.

The universe doesn't give you what you want in your mind

Charity is injurious unless it helps the recipient to become independent of it.

Recovery feels like shit. It didn't feel like I was doing something good

A sense of humor can help you overlook the unattractive tolerate the unpleasant cope with the unexpected and smile through the unbearable.

I operate with this sense of needing to live up to what I am asking of people. I am, by far, my own worst critic.

I just do my thing and try each show to be more honest about why I am and who I am. It's quite tricky and actually nerve-racking to do that. It's kind of a happy train wreck.

Every idea, extended into infinity, becomes its own opposite.

My freshman year of high school was just awkwardness all around.

Sometimes it feels like I'm thinking against the wind.

There are more things to alarm us than to harm us, and we suffer more often in apprehension than reality.