I know in an existential sense that life can change on a dime ... something has instantly and inexorably changed in American life.

When Elvis made his mass-media debut on 'The Ed Sullivan Show' - his notorious gyrations filmed only from the waist up - I fell off the family chaise longue with delight.

Broadway shows in New York draw two times the attendance of all New York sports teams put together.

Society drives people crazy with lust and calls it advertising.

His life was one long extravaganza, like living inside a Faberge egg.

Criticism is a life without risk.

Like the tail fins on fifties American cars or the parabolic shapes of Populuxe furniture, 'West Side Story' incarnates the dream of momentum in the golden age of the twentieth century.

Death of a Salesman' is a brilliant taxonomy of the spiritual atrophy of mid-twentieth-century white America.

Accustomed to the veneer of noise, to the shibboleths of promotion, public relations, and market research, society is suspicious of those who value silence.

Although the 'New York Times' annually declares that Broadway is on its deathbed, news of its demise is greatly exaggerated. There's a lot of life yet in the old tart.

Dame Edna is that rarest sighting in our time of the absolute comic, an inspired personification of caprice whose comedy answered the primal call to take the audience for a tumble.

He has seen enough of daily evil to be thankful for small goods that come his way.

Layout your options, create a beautiful masterpiece of yours.

He smiles, even attractive, but appearances are unreliable depictions of character.

There is an excitement about having nightmares.

Southern white people despise the Negro as a race, and will do nothing to aid in his elevation as such; but for certain individuals they have a strong affection, and are helpful to them in many ways.

The simple act of opening a bottle of wine has brought more happiness to the human race than all the collective governments in the history of earth

If you use a poor headline, it does not matter how hard you labor over your copy because your copy will not be read.

My name had gone stale, and no matter how progressive I got, it was my time to die.

Donald Trump's not a polished politician like Hillary Clinton.

I'd be dishonoring God if I didn't believe I was put here on Earth to help change the world.