Heroism is a matter of choice.

Trump lies when confronted with the truth, since any crack in his narcissism might spread like an Ebola of the soul, and he would deflate like one of Macy's balloons on the Friday after Thanksgiving.

If every senator looks into the mirror and sees a future president, then every president looks into that same mirror and sees himself on Mount Rushmore.

Trump is a menace, both ignorant and chaotic. His saving grace is his incompetence.

The concept of cultural appropriation is nothing less than an intellectual fence: Keep out.

We are a segmented society, living in our individual bubbles.

Myths have a certain staying power because, really, they are aspirational - not always who we are, but always who we want to be. We see ourselves as good and generous. We believe we are a virtuous nation.

It's all right with me if Roman Polanski is freed by the Swiss authorities who have detained him at the request of the United States - if first I get a chance to bust him one in the mouth.

My heroes are not necessarily people of great ability but ones who did what I think I could not.