War for most men is not fighting or marching in parades. It is sitting around somewhere wondering what the hell you are supposed to be doing.

... I could have said something profound, but you would have forgotten it in 15 minutes - which is the afterlife of a graduation speech.

I worship the quicksand he [Richard Nixon] walks in.

If you attack the establishment long enough and hard enough, they will make you a member of it.

As my good friend Al Capp told me a few years ago, the best thing to do with a confirmed [hotel] reservation slip when you have no room is to spread it out on the sidewalk in front of the hotel and go to sleep on it. You'll either embarrass the hotel into giving you a room or you'll be hauled off to the local jug, where at least you'll have a roof over your head.

I have no idea where I'm going but here's the real question: What am I doing here in the first place?

When it came to writing about wine, I did what almost everybody does - faked it