But nothing seems to do any good.

What greater prestige can a man like me (not too gifted, but very understanding) have than to have taken a cheap, shoddy and utterly lost kind of writing, and have made of it something that intellectuals claw each other about?

A writer who is afraid to overreach himself is as useless as a general who is afraid to be wrong.

Television is just one more facet of that considerable segment of our society that never had any standard but the soft buck.

But nothing seems to do any good.

Above all never forget that a marriage is in one way very much like a newspaper. It has to be made fresh every damn day of every damn year.

She bent over me again. Blood began to move around in me, like a prospective tenant looking over a house.