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Fifties advertising was a dogmatic art, to the point of pretending to be a science.

Our shared conservative values, our belief in the individual is the great hope of our nation.

his son, Eric, who, in 2014, told golf writer James Dodson, "We don't rely on American banks. We have all the funding we need out of Russia.… We've got some guys that really, really love golf, and they're really invested in our programs. We just go there all the time.

Check your privilege, Hitler! I'm a nut job, not an asshole.

Percy is the most powerful demigod I've ever met. No offense to you guys but it's true.

Um...is that thing tame ?" Frank said. The horse whinnied angrily. "I don't think so," Percy guessed. "He just said, 'I will trample you to death, silly Chinese Canadian baby man'.

But as a practical matter, Detroit's the sports city in the country.

That's the other thing I learned that day, that the truth, however shocking or uncomfortable, in the end leads to liberation and dignity.

Ignorance might be bliss for the ignorant, but for the rest of us it's a right fucking pain in the arse :)

Remember, if you don't sin, then Jesus died for nothing

You could easily spot any Religion of Peace. Its extremist members would be extremely peaceful.

Media question to Beatles during first U.S. tour 1964) "How do you find America?" "Turn left at Greenland.

I tell you, if you feel strange, strange things will happen to you: Fallen peacocks on library shelves

To those inclined toward kindness, I say Come out of your houses drumming. All others, beware: I have discarded my smile but not my teeth.

I've got splinters in my nose from the best publishing doors in town.

the Blue Nile. I could see the envelope sinking, sinking…but

Stevie Ray Vaughan was very intense. Maybe that's what caught everybody's attention. As a player, he didn't do anything amazing.

A philosopher and honest journalist? Does he plan to die of hunger?

I DO have feelings for Curls. Feelings of annoyance and irritation, mainly, spiked with occasional pangs of pity.

Morrissey was my Mrs. Garrett, the house mother from the Facts of Life, a soothing adult figure giving me words of wisdom.

I swear, you are the only person I know who makes decisions based on what will provide the best material for a diary.

Conan Doyle deluded a century of readers into thinking we're all deductive geniuses.

Pooh hater,' I muttered under my breath. 'Winnie-the-Pooh was not a koala--why am I even arguing about this with you?

Who do you take me for?" "The devil?" Please. The devil wished he had half my style and a fourth my schemes.