It seems to be a law in American life that whatever enriches us anywhere except in the wallet inevitably becomes uneconomic.

Journalism was being whittled away by a Wall Street theory that profits can be maximized by minimizing the product.

It is safest to shut up and pay, which is what I shall eventually do, though I shall hate having to sell the children.

Notice, for example, that people who talk about "the joys of childhood" are always adults. Only an adult, utterly remote from the reality of childhood, could suppose it is time of joys.

Grass is the least rewarding of all status symbols... The grass does nothing but drink money, exhaust energies, crush spirits, destroy sleep, create tensions and interfere with the watching of baseball games, and sprout insolent signs ordering humans to keep off it.

When you're the only pea in the pod, your parents are likely to get you confused with the Hope diamond.

It's always seemed odd to me that after a group of terrorists commits a vile and odious deed they rush messages to the public to claim credit for it.