Today's game is always different from yesterday's game.

Now it is done. Now the story ends. And there is no way to tell it. The art of fiction is dead. Reality has strangled invention.

In entertainment value, the Democratic clambake usually lays it over the Republican conclave like ice cream over parsnips.

It was an ideal day for football - too cold for the spectators and too cold for the players.

Young men have visions, old men have dreams.

I have known writers who paid no damned attention whatever to the rules of grammar and rhetoric and somehow made the language behave for them.

Dying is no big deal. Living is the trick.