I like my heroes to be alive,” she told me. “I like them to grow old.” I, too, admire my idols more for the lines on their faces, for the bumps and b… - Bono

I like my heroes to be alive,” she told me. “I like them to grow old.

It’s important people don’t forget that the revolution in Russia began with the most noble ideals; my grandfather believed in those ideals.

The poetry and politics of the Christmas story hit me as if I were hearing it for the first time: the idea that some force of love and logic inside this mysterious universe might choose self-disclosure in the jeopardy of one impoverished child, born on the edge of nowhere, to teach us how we might live in service to one another is overwhelming. Its eloquence is overwhelming. Unfathomable power expressed in powerlessness. I nearly laugh out loud. Genius. Inexpressible presence choosing to be present not in palace but in poverty.

What a city, what a night, what a crowd, what a bomb, what a mistake, what a wanker you have for a President.