One can watch hours and hours of TV without actually losing interest, but, as with Chinese food, one is rarely left with much residue of nourishment.

Mass communication communicates massively: its language lacks precise articulation and avoids demanding terms; it argues for the kind of behavior in life which will make a "good program": ethic equals showbiz.

At last, after innumerable glamorous and frightful years, mankind approaches a war which is totally predictable from beginning to end.

Great restaurants are, of course, nothing but mouth-brothels. There is no point in going to them if one intends to keep one's belt buckled.

As Oscar Wilde should have said, when bad ideas have nowhere else to go, they emigrate to America and become university courses.

Talk isn't work. Work is when you have pages in the evening that you didn't have in the morning.

People resent articulacy, as if articulacy were a form of vice.