To a newspaperman, a human being is an item with skin wrapped around it.
I don't want to own anything that won't fit into my coffin.
I can't understand why a person will take a year to write a novel when he can easily buy one for a few dollars.
Radio is a bag of mediocrity where little men with carbon minds wallow in sluice of their own making.
He dreamed he was eating shredded wheat and woke up to find the mattress half gone.
The vice-president of an advertising agency is a bit of executive fungus that forms on a desk that has been exposed to conference.