I smile so much at the theater my face hurts when I leave.
I come to work with a smile and I leave with a laugh, and I'm so grateful.
When you walk into a room, a healthy, beautiful smile is incredibly important.
Americans think Soviets are so grim. I want them to see that they can smile.
Terry Fields: Jesus, what a night!
I just like to make people laugh.
I like to watch soccer, no matter what teams or players are in the field.
What a dog I got, his favorite bone is in my arm.
I poured spot remover on my dog. Now he's gone.
Giving votes in exchange for ideological support. To wit: identity politics for homosexuals.
Politics is a game and a profession. It doesn't really serve the people the politicians are supposed to serve.
It's a big deal for me to say I'm over politics.
The West Wing seems to be feeding the myth about how presidential politics are.
Nobody makes me laugh like my wife.
I always say, dare to struggle, dare to grin.
I've matured since joining United, on and off the field.
The people who work in the scientific field, they need help to convey what it's about.
In Demons of the Flesh, Zeena describes how Shiva and Shakti are actually ‘two sides of the same deity’. The goal of the initiate on the left-hand path is to become ‘this bisexual twin godhead’ and activate a state of perceptual sexual ecstas...
I left the bed as she had left it, unmade and rumpled, coverlets awry, so that her body's print might rest still warm beside my own. Until the next day I did not go to bathe, I wore no clothes and did not dress my hair, for fear I might erase some sw...
I stepped to the tank's edge, leaned in, and concentrated on keeping my eyes open. Which fish would be the shooter? The fish were all facing me, but one in particular seemed to be staring directly at my left eye, like a hunter targeting his prey. Wha...
There is a feeling the body gives the mind of having missed something, a bedrock poverty, like falling without the sense that you are passing through one world, that you could reach another anytime. Instead the real is crossing you, your body an arri...