Skins Tanned To The Consistency Of Well-traveled

Long Words, Fat Talk They May Tell Us Something About Ourselves. Has The Passion For Fat In The Language Increased As Self-confidence Has Waned?

So There He Is At Last. Man On The Moon. The Poor Magnificent Bungler! He Can't Even Get To The Office Without Undergoing The Agonies Of The Damned, But Give Him A Little Metal, A Few Chemicals, Some Wire And Twenty Or Thirty Billion Dollars And Vroom! There He Is, Up On A Rock A Quarter Of A Million Miles Up In The Sky.

Life Seemed To Be An Educator's Practical Joke In Which You Spent The First Half Learning And The Second Half Learning That Everything You Learned In The First Half Was Wrong.

The Only Thing I Was Fit For Was To Be A Writer, And This Notion Rested Solely On My Suspicion That I Would Never Be Fit For Real Work, And That Writing Didn't Require Any.

In America Nothing Dies Easier Than Tradition.