When wine drinkers tell me they taste notes of cherries, tobacco and rose petals, usually all I can detect is a whole lot of jackass.

I love sushi, but I'm not going to write a column about it.

Reporting in general makes me pretty nervous. But I realized: all the amazing work experiences of my life were thanks to reporting. So that forces you to go do it.

Online reaction is very different than real-world reaction.

I think the local food movement has been taken to idiotic extremes. And so I wrote about that and people got pissed.

I always thought that being at Time and tweaking your bosses and exploiting your expense account was just fun. Just joyous.

I'm not that clued into what people are that touchy about and how many of them there are and how niche these niches are.

People are different in different situations and people are different online than they are in real life.

I have a really high bar for being angry. Like, it doesn't even happen every year.

I've gotten thicker skin mostly from being older. You just stop caring quite as much about everything.

If New Vegas foretells something about America's future, then the culture wars are all but over, and culture lost.

I’d venture to guess that a list of things you know nothing about could fill volumes.

Whatever you have been praying and yearning for, you will soon be proof of it!

Women cannot compete with men in physical prowess. And why in the name of all that is sane should we? Why not rather have our ambition go into sport for health, endurance, and the mere love of it?

Life is the flash in black heavens.

The cultural differences between Germany and Nigeria were extreme. The way they dress, the way they carry themselves, their religion. For two years I was overwhelmed.

The Englishman who has lost his fortune is said to have died of a broken heart.

All extremes are error. The reverse of error is not truth, but error still. Truth lies between extremes.

Everything happens for a reason, Sadie, even bad things.

I hate junk food. It depresses me.

We are the accidental result of an unplanned process ... the fragile result of an enormous concatenation of improbabilities, not the predictable product of any definite process.