Mr. Blaine's powers and disposition shone resplendent. . . . the gavel in his practised hand, chiming in with varied tones that aptly enforced his words, from the sharp rat-tat-tat that recalled the House to decorum, to the vigorous thunder that actually drowned unparliamentary speech; rulings, repartee, translucent explanation flashing from his lips as quick as lighting.

A nationwide nurse-in descended on Target stores this week after a mom in Texas complained when employees said she could not feed her baby in the store.

Oh my Goddess, I cannot believe that just crawled out of the sink!

[Frank Sinatra] asked me what I was doing. I said, The usual. Making pictures. You? He said, The usual. Getting my ass in a sling.