If you hate what you're seeing, you call it sex and violence. If you like it, you call it 'romance and adventure.'

Apparently we love our own cell phones but we hate everyone else's.

Everything changed in Bosnia, when General Wesley Clark proved that you could fight a war with high- level precision air strikes and a bare minimum of ground action.

The Italians always made good wine, but you had the impression they were friendly guys in straw hats running family vineyards with slaves or something so that the vino was never more than ten bucks a bottle.

Trump's hobbled vocabulary is now the incontestable stuff of comedy: not just how few his words but how narrow their range, from boastful to irked and back again. For satirists and impressionists, a president who addresses the American people in abbreviated tweetspeak is a gift.

I'm not really interested in doing a traditional romantic comedy where everything ties up neatly.

I could not tread these perilous paths in safety, if I did not keep a saving sense of humor.

I still love a well-crafted joke. Twitter's been great for that.