Words matter. These are the best Maureen Dowd Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
Obama sees himself as such a huge change that he can be cautious about other societal changes. But what he doesn’t realize is that legalizing gay marriage is like electing a black president. Before you do it, it seems inconceivable. Once it’s done, you can’t remember what all the fuss was about.
The guilty pleasure I miss most when I’m out slogging on the campaign trail is the chance to sprawl on the chaise and watch a vacuously spunky and generically sassy chick flick.
Digital platforms are worthless without content. They’re shiny sacks with bells and whistles, but without content, they’re empty sacks. It is not about pixels versus print. It is not about how you’re reading. It is about what you’re reading.
The minute you settle for less than you deserve, you get even less than you settled for.
Why can’t Google, which likes to see itself as a ‘Don’t Be Evil’ benevolent force in society, just write us a big check for using our stories, so we can keep checks and balances alive and continue to provide the search engine with our stories?
The wound-tight, travel-light Obama has a distaste for the adversarial and the random. But if you stick too rigidly to a ‘No Drama’ rule in the White House, you risk keeping reality at bay. Presidencies are always about crisis management.
The Republican game is hilariously transparent: if Obama doesn’t shift to more muscular postures, he’s not a patriot. If he does, he’s a flip-flopper.
Celebrity distorts democracy by giving the rich, beautiful, and famous more authority than they deserve.
Reagan didn’t socialize with the press. He spent his evenings with Nancy, watching TV with dinner trays. But he knew that to transcend, you can’t condescend.
Everybody is continuously connected to everybody else on Twitter, on Facebook, on Instagram, on Reddit, e-mailing, texting, faster and faster, with the flood of information jeopardizing meaning. Everybody’s talking at once in a hypnotic, hyper din: the cocktail party from hell.
When you go into a fight saying you’re probably going to lose, you’re probably going to lose.
My eating habits were so bad for many years that I didn’t actually know the intricacies of making a salad.
One must not attempt to justify them, but rather to sense their nature simply and clearly.
We are supposed to believe that every dollar given to a Clinton is a dollar that improves the world. But is it? Clintonworld is a galaxy where personal enrichment and political advancement blend seamlessly, and where a cast of jarringly familiar characters pad their pockets every which way to Sunday.
It takes a lot of adrenaline and fear to make me actually write.
The C.E.O. of Google doesn’t look like a Dick Cheney World Domination sort whom we should worry about as Google ogles our houses, our oceans, our foibles, our movements and our tastes.
F.D.R. achieved greatness not by means of imposing his temperament and intellect on the world but by reacting to what the world threw at him.
The Obamas, especially Michelle, have radiated the sense that Americans do not appreciate what they sacrifice by living in a gilded cage. They’ve forgotten Rule No. 1 of politics: No one sheds tears for anyone lucky enough to live at the White House.
Wooing the press is an exercise roughly akin to picnicking with a tiger. You might enjoy the meal, but the tiger always eats last.
If Americans are worried about money in politics, there is no larger concern than the Clintons, who are cosseted in a world where rich people endlessly scratch the backs of rich people.
Obama hates selling. He thinks people should just accept the right thing to do.
I’m into clothes, but in a way that’s related to wanting to walk into a film noir movie. You know, I love to go to vintage stores, but mostly it’s stuff that I don’t have anywhere to wear… I don’t have the life that goes with the clothes.
It’s passing strange that Obama, carried to a second term by women, blacks and Latinos, chooses to give away the plumiest Cabinet and White House jobs to white dudes.
The Clintons want to do big worthy things, but they also want to squeeze money from rich people wherever they live on planet Earth, insatiably gobbling up cash for politics and charity and themselves from the same incestuous swirl.
Journalism, spooked by rumors of its own obsolescence, has stopped believing in itself. Groans of doom alternate with panicked happy talk.
