Is there a phrase in the English language more fraught with menace than a tax audit?

People in the land of LaLa look like expensive wax fruit. And they work hard to achieve that look.

... what is great poetry, after all, but the continuation of the human voice after death?

Each one an antidote to the one that went before. Each one a reaction, an about-face, a rebound.

A concern with 'public morality' is - if not the last refuge of a scoundrel - the first foray of the fascist.

What a damnably lonely profession writing is! In order to do it, one must banish the world, and having banished it, one feels cosmically alone.

Never joke with the press. Irony does not translate into newsprint.