Art Buchwald
Art Buchwald
Arthur "Art" Buchwaldwas an American humorist best known for his long-running column in The Washington Post, which in turn was carried as a syndicated column in many other newspapers. His column focused on political satire and commentary. He received the Pulitzer Prize for Outstanding Commentary in 1982 and in 1986 was elected to the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth20 October 1925
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
While my friends were discussing Pearl Harbor as the country's problem, I took it personally. It dawned on me that the Japanese attack could be my ticket out of high school.
I'm working when I'm fighting with my wife. I constantly ask myself-how can I use this stuff to literary advantage.
I can now say without hesitation the Marine Corps was the best foster home I ever had.
As the economy gets better, everything else gets worse.
I don't mind 800 million Chinese drinking a bottle [of Coca-Cola] a day, but I don't want them to bring back the empties.
The best way to clean up a son's room is to close the door and pretend it's not part of the house.
Just when you think there's nothing to write about, Nixon says, 'I am not a crook.' Jimmy Carter says, 'I have lusted after women in my heart.' President Reagan says, 'I have just taken a urinalysis test, and I am not on dope.
If you're hung up on nostalgia, pretend today is yesterday and just go out and have one hell of a time.
Over the years I have met a lot of important people, but no one as important as Elvis Presley.
It was a dangerous profession I had chosen ... because no one likes a funny kid. In fact, adults are scared silly of them and tend to warn children who act out that they are going to wind up in prison or worse. It is only when you grow up that they pay you vast sums of money to make them laugh.
This is what makes me happy: Remembering where I put my house keys...
When I got to the hospice I was under the impression it would be a two- or three-week stay. But here I still am, six weeks later, and I've gotten so well Medicare won't pay for me anymore.
This is what makes me happy: ...Any music-free restaurant ... A grandson who offers to clean the snow off my driveway and also fix my computer ... An evening in bed with a good book. ... A good night's sleep ... As you can see, it doesn't take much to make me happy.
Every once in a while your world stands still... There are certain friendships that are so important they leave a mark on you long after the person is gone.