The first funeral for Andrew Goodman was at night and it was a lot of work. To begin with they had to kill him.

The other feature is a gymnasium named after another dead politician who was gifted with fast and extremely sure hands.

Don't call me a journalist; I hate the word. It's pretentious!

If you gather a lot of stuff, then you write it, write in scenes with dialogue. Somewhere in the middle, rising from all this research like strong metal towers, is your opinions.

Complainant received immediate lacerations of the credibility.

The office of president is a bastardized thing, half royalty and half democracy that nobody knows whether to genuflect or spit.

Men in the uniform of Wall Street retirement: black Chesterfield coat, rimless glasses and the Times folded to the obituary page.