I could almost feel him near me, the way you can feel a fire's presence in a cold room.
I could almost feel him near me, the way you can feel a fire's presence in a cold room.
—Gretchen Rubin in The Happiness Project
There ought to be one day-- just one-- when there is open season on senators.
All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.
Washington is the only place where sound travels faster than light.