"Boise Cascade," said the other Republican husband. "Sierra Club," said his Democrat wife. 'Wait, wait," I said. "So one of you fights for trees and the other fights against trees?" "No, no," he said. "We make the paper she writes on to file lawsuits against the paper we make."
Last September 16th, I was walking in downtown Seattle when this pick-up truck pulls up in front of me. Guy leans out the window and yells, "Go back to your own country," and I was laughing so hard because it wasn't so much a hate crime as a crime of irony.
Evolution is like sex. Some people don't want to talk about it or even try to deny its very existence. Whereas it is actually the very reason they exist. I find it ironic that for those people these terms are freely exchangeable in this context.
I like grit, I like love and death, I'm tired of irony. ... A lot of good fiction is sentimental. ... The novelist who refuses sentiment refuses the full spectrum of human behavior, and then he just dries up. ... I would rather give full vent to all human loves and disappointments, and take a chance on being corny, than die a smartass."