On the way home on the train a young man dove for the doors as they were closing. When I say “dove,” I mean it. No way would I have tried to make it, even with turbo-rocket tennis shoes.

He failed. Spectacularly. I think there may have been blood; I’m not sure the train left the station and him in a crumpled heap.

“With all that money that he’s got, Barack Obama should be able to afford a better suit…Get a tailor, man. Ask John Edwards, that pretty-boy undoubtedly has the hookup for all that.”

“I’m not sure why people feel that they have the right to live in a world unchanged from how they imagine their childhoods were and I’m not sure what we can do to overcome that.”

[I]t’s a challenge to experiment with editorial real-estate and conventions that you have trained readers to believe are reserved for only the most major news story. In this case, I think the experiment — despite its brilliance as advertising — needs need some re-thinking.”