It is harder to be unhappy when you are eating.

There is no shortage of wonderful writers. What we lack is a dependable mass of readers.

I'm eighty-three and I've been smoking since I was eleven. I'm suing the cigarette company because it promised to kill me and it hasn't.

This had been going on at Shortridge since 1906. My parents had also worked on the Shortridge Daily Echo. The way it came into being was that when they built Shortridge High School, they had a vocational department and they had a print shop.

The Great Depression was going on, so that the station and the streets teemed with homeless people, just as they do today. The newspapers were full of stories of worker layoffs and farm foreclosures and bank failures, just as they are today. All that has changed, in my opinion, is that, thanks to television, we can hide a Great Depression. We may even be hiding a Third World War.

Some jerk infected the Internet with an outright lie. It shows how easy it is to do and how credulous people are.

Music makes practically everybody fonder of life than he or she would be without it.