I keep reading between the lies.

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

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

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

Politics makes estranged bedfellows.

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.

I have discovered the secret formula for a carefree old age: iycri = fi (if you can't recall it, forget it).