"For a country like America that defines itself by its enemies, that must have them lest the hawks and warmongers of the right sigh themselves to sleep every night, we just don’t know where to turn, where to direct all our intolerance and bile. All we have is one skinny, naive-looking 19-year-old kid named Dzhokhar who’s lying in a hospital bed, riddled with bullets, barely alive, his throat torn out and his world surrounded by cops and ignominy and death, whispering that he has no clue what the hell is going on."

"I don’t blame the platform. They have to constantly adapt their strategy and if you’re going to bet on them, expect the worst all the time, that way you won’t be disappointed."