Terry Southern is the illegitimate son of Mack Sennett and Edna Saint Vincent Millay.

Future generations will look back on TV as the lead in the water pipes that slowly drove the Romans mad.

High school is closer to the core of the American experience than anything else I can think of.

Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college.

All of the true things I am about to tell you are shameless lies.

I would have been dead if it weren't for that great gift to civilization from the Chemistry Department of Harvard, which was napalm, or sticky jellied gasoline.

The time would not pass. Somebody was playing with the clocks, and not only the electronic clocks but the wind-up kind too. The second hand on my watch would twitch once, and a year would pass, and then it would twitch again. There was nothing I could do about it. As an Earthling I had to believe whatever clocks said -and calendars.