The nicest thing about coming of age is that I can do whatever I like.
If things are going well I can easily spend twelve hours a day writing, but not writing writing, just thinking and revising and taking a comma out and putting it back in.
I can no longer obey; I have tasted command, and I cannot give it up.
I can assure you that I'm not very close to Hillary Clinton. I think she's disqualified herself from Commander-in-Chief by her cavalier attitude towards our nation's secrecy laws.
Fortunately I can say that social media has treated me pretty well. I've been exempt from a lot of the mean comments.
It's frightening how easy it is to commit murder in America. Just a drink too much. I can see myself doing it. In England, one feels all the social restraints holding one back. But here, anything can happen.
I read, I study, I examine, I listen, I think, and out of all that I try to form an idea into which I put as much common sense as I can.
I'm modern because I make the difficult seem easy, and so I can communicate with the whole world.
Using e-mail, I can communicate with scientists all over the world.
Acting is the most communicative thing I can imagine doing.
It sounds so trite to say I make a difference, but I really feel, especially in a community college, I can make a difference.
I am maintaining my schedule of commuting to Washington, D.C. each week from Oregon so that I can spend my weekends and days when we are not in session traveling to communities throughout my district.
I can understand companionship.
Work takes different forms. I can spend two or three days without completing anything, and it's choppy: it's filled with all kinds of irrationalities and stupid actions. I have some notion, and then I drop it because something else comes along. I'm forever darting from one side of the room to the other.
Please don't erase my race because I'm white-passing. There is literally nothing I can do about my complexion.
I live on the other side of Charles Darwin and I can no longer see human light as having been created perfect and falling into sin, I see us rather emerging into higher and higher levels of consciousness and higher and higher levels of complication.
I can live for two months on a good compliment.
I can take criticisms but not compliments.
But I can tell you another engine for growth and job creation would be comprehensive immigration reform.
I can recall photographs of Comrade Ulbricht being embraced by Comrade Brezhnev, which must have been like putting your arms around Grant's Tomb.
