The office of the president is such a bastardized thing, half royalty and half democracy, that nobody knows whether to genuflect or spit.
If a man, for private profit, tears at the public news, does so with the impatience of one who thinks he actually owns the news you get, it is against the national interest.
The first funeral for Andrew Goodman was at night and it was a lot of work. To begin with they had to kill him.
The professional arsonist builds vacant lots for money.
Don't try to tell Namath's people on First Avenue about Babe Ruth, because they don't even know the name. In fact, with the young, you can forget all of baseball. The sport is gone. But if you ever have seen Ruth, and then you see Namath, you know there is very little difference.
Politicians attend dinners at hotels with contractors. Bankers discuss interest rates at lunch.
Donald Trump handles these nitwit reporters with a new and most disgraceful form of bribery.
Those of Manhattan are the brokers on Wall Street and they talk of people who went to the same colleges; those from Queens are margin clerks in the back offices and they speak of friends who live in the same neighborhood.
I busted out of the place in a hurry and went to a saloon and drank beer and said that for the rest of my life I'd never take a job in a place where you couldn't throw cigarette butts on the floor. I was hooked on this writing for newspapers and magazines.
The only people I don't answer are bill collectors.
Rage is the only quality which has kept me, or anybody I have ever studied, writing columns for newspapers.
The financial people, who lead such dreary lives, believe what they read and see on television.
Why something in the public interest such as television news can be fought over, like a chain of hamburger stands, eludes me.
Football is a game designed to keep coal miners off the streets.
The number one rule of thieves is that nothing is too small to steal.
Speaks cheerful English and in the past has written this language with a paintbrush that talks.
The trouble with Trump's father was that he was a totally naive man. He had no idea that you could buy the whole news reporting business in New York City with a return phone call.
Some time ago, I made a basic decision about the way in which I was going to live the little of life available to me The idea was to place myself in the presence of only those people who give off the warm, friendly vibrations which soothe the coating on my nerves. Life never was long enough to provide time for enemies.
You can get some work, some jobs that will bore you until you're dead. So you better look for something that's got a little tingle to it.
