The only thing I was fit for was to be a writer, and this notion rested solely on my suspicion that I would never be fit for real work, and that writing didn't require any.

Except for politics, no business is scrutinized more exhaustively than journalism.

The twentieth century seems afflicted by a gigantic... power failure. Powerlessness and the sense of powerlessness may be the environmental disease of the age.

Voters inclined to loathe and fear elite Ivy League schools rarely make fine distinctions between Yale and Harvard. All they know is that both are full of rich, fancy, stuck-up and possibly dangerous intellectuals who never sit down to supper in their undershirt no matter how hot the weather gets.

Journalism talk is part of the nonstop background noise of American life.

Every day and in every way, baseball gets fancier. A few more years and they'll be playing on oriental rugs.

The people who are always hankering loudest for some golden yesteryear usually drive new cars.