Irony is the attendant of hope and the fuel of hope is innocence.

If truth is the main casualty in war, ambiguity is another.

Exploration belongs to the Renaissance, travel to the bourgeois age, tourism to our proletarian moment.

The worst thing about war was the sitting around and wondering what you were doing morally.

Americans are the only people in the world known to me whose status anxiety prompts them to advertise their college and university affiliations in the rear window of their automobiles.

If the guidebook used to be critical, today it seems largely a celebratory adjunct to the publicity operations of hotels, resorts, and even countries.

A more or less accurate measure of class in America is TV size: the bigger your TV, the lower your class.