TV—a clever contraction, derived from the words Terrible Vaudeville. We call it a medium, because nothing's well done.

Familiarity breeds attempt. Time wounds all heels. I went down on the Lower East Side today and saw all those Old Testament houses. We're all cremated equal. We're insufferable friends. I've been working my head to the bone.

They call television a medium because nothing's well done.

The best cure for hypochondria is to forget about your body and get interested in somebody else's.

Politics makes estranged bedfellows.

You know, my father died of cancer when I was a teenager. He had it before it became popular.

I keep reading between the lies.