Censor: A self-appointed snoophound who sticks his nose in other people's business.
TV's sameness has destroyed many things, such as the American urge toward independent thought.
The person who can bring the spirit of laughter into a room is indeed blessed.
The Detroit String Quartet played Brahms last night. Brahms lost.
I don't stutter when I talk to God. He loves me.
Do I believe in ghosts? Of course I do. So do you. Deep in the souls of the most sophisticated of us is lurking a fear of the supernatural which all the discoveries of scientists cannot eradicate.