Perhaps that is what love is: the momentary or prolonged refusal to think of another person in terms of power

God made them? You think God made them? Did God call White Flower Farm and order the bulbs? Did God put it on his credit card? Did God dig holes for the bulbs in the fall and mix bone meal in the dirt to feed them and cover them with mulch in the winter? If you think God did that, you're an idiot!

The secret of torture, like the secret of French cuisine, is that nothing is unthinkable.

A broken heart is what makes life so wonderful five years later, when you see that special guy in an elevator and he is fat and smoking and saying 'Long time no see'

With power comes the abuse of power. And where there are bosses, there are crazy bosses. It's nothing new.

Now that judges embrace forcibly starving someone to death, Congress should use its appropriation power to starve the judicial budget.