Socially, a journalist ranks somewhere between the madam of a whorehouse and a bartender. but spiritually he ranks with Galileo, for he knows the world is round.

Despite all our toil and progress, the art of medicine still falls somewhere between trout casting and spook writing.

When you overpay small people you frighten them. They know that their merits or activities entitle them to no such sums as they are receiving. As a result their boss soars out of economic into magic significance.

The rule in the art world is: you cater to the masses or you kowtow to the elite; you can't have both.

Innocent people can get into terrible jams, too. One false move and you're in over your head.

He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.

Bad writing is not easier than good writing. It's just as hard to make a toilet seat as it is a castle window. Only the view is different.