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Guy who's out for blood: seven letters.

His new film, "Sentimental Value," is another intimate character study set in the Norwegian capital. His approach to directing is as empathic as his films.

Can you guess when these New Yorker cartoons were originally published?

I know why I'm here today, Mr. Secretary. An inquiry? Right. It's a setup, but I got this place surrounded with nurses, and every last one knows how to apply a tongue depressor.

Both composers remain intriguing outliers, notable for the stubbornness with which they have held to their youthful convictions.

The Islamophobic attacks on the candidate carry the weight of history and the urgency of the present.

In most states, the highest-paid public employee is a football coach. Lately, more and more of them are getting money to go away.

I saw someone coming toward me through the twilight on the road ahead, a skinny man in a glowing white shirt, and dread rushed into me.

The President's goals were clear on the first day of his term, when he issued an executive order overruling the Fourteenth Amendment's birthright-citizenship clause.

A story about a man trapped in an elevator has just the right amount of anxiety.