In America, it is sport that is the opiate of the masses.

Skinny women don't enjoy being told they're skinny nowadays. They enjoy telling you how they got that way, as though starvation were an achievement.

The American press has the blues. Too many authorities have assured it that its days are numbered, too many good newspapers are in ruins.

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

Skins tanned to the consistency of well-traveled alligator suitcases.

A man doesn't amount to something because he has been successful at a third-rate career like journalism. It is evidence, that's all: evidence that if he buckled down and worked hard, he might some day do something really worth doing.

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