If one were to ask. . . "What is slavery?" and I should answer in one word, "murder," my meaning would be understood at once. Why, then, to this other question: "What is property?" may I not likewise answer, "theft". . . ?
Television is the box they buried entertainment in.
You know you've reached middle age when your weightlifting consists merely of standing up.
Don't people know that they don't have to heckle the president of the United States? That's what Congress is for.
Not that they were that anxious to see Ronnie as President; they were afraid if he didn't get elected, he'd go back to acting.
Welcome to the Academy Awards, or, as it's known at my house, Passover.
When she started to play, Steinway came down personally and rubbed his name off the piano.
Is a novel anything but a trap set for a hero?
Don't you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?
There is one thing new in sexual mores and that is today's bisexual chic. . . . if you can't truthfully claim to be bisexual yourself, the next best thing is to reveal that one, or both, of your parents was.
Life is pain. . . anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something