What the New Yorker calls home would seem like a couple of closets to most Americans, yet he manages not only to live there but also to grow trees and cockroaches right on the premises.

Live by publicity, you'll probably die by publicity.

You can always tell folks from nonfolks. Folks like to feel good, like to smile for the camera when there's a big photo opportunity for a really good cause.

Rereading A.J. Liebling carries me happily back to an age when all good journalists knew they had plenty to be modest about, and were.

New York is the only city in the world where you can get run down on the sidewalk by a pedestrian.

Serious journalism need not be solemn.

Journalist: A person with nothing on his mind and the power to express it.