Seems like the only kind of job an American can get these days is committing suicide in some way.

You are reading a bold and universal headline which says ,’I am here, I am here, I am here.

Thanks to TV and for the convenience of TV, you can only be one of two kinds of human beings, either a liberal or a conservative.

With words alone, Gail Godwin has created an important piece of music about a love which death can only increase and deepen. Yes, and Frances Halsband's illustrations are a haunting countermelody.

The only way to get anything out of a writer's brains is to leave him or her alone until he or she is damn well ready to write it down.

I can think of no more stirring symbol of man's humanity to man than a fire engine.

You know who was a hero? Franklin Roosevelt.