Times have not become more violent. They have become more televised.

Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.

This paperback is very interesting, but I find it will never replace a hardcover book--it makes a very poor doorstop.

This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.

Think twice before yous peak, and then you may be able to say something more insulting than if you spoke right out at once.

Things are more like they are now than they ever have been.

There is no time like the present for postponing what you ought to be doing.

There is no moral precept that does not have something inconvenient about it.

There is no mistaking the dismay on the face of a writer who has just heard that his brainchild is a deformed idiot.

There is a technical, literary term for those who mistake the opinions and beliefs of characters in a novel for those of the author. The term is "idiot".