Gradually my whole concept of time changed until I thought of a month as having twenty-five days of humanness and five others when I might just as well have been an animal in a steel trap.

Wit goes for the jugular, not the jocular, and it's the opposite of football; instead of building character, it tears it down.

In the last few years, race relations in America have entered upon a period of intensified craziness wherein fear of being called a racist has so thoroughly overwhelmed fear of being a racist that we are in danger of losing sight of the distinction.

Episcopalians have always preferred the flying buttress to the pillar of the church.

The Apologizer Bunny keeps going and going and going.

I simply like guns because you can't shoot people without them.

I cherish the review-as-literature; as lapidary journalism in the eighteenth-century mode, the last hard sparkling diamond in theessayists's tarnished crown. To me, writing a good review is not just a way to make extra money, but a sacred duty.