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
People are broad-minded. They'll accept the fact that a person can be an alcoholic, a dope fiend, a wife beater, and even a newspaperman, but if a man does not drive, there is something wrong with him.
Have you ever seen a candidate talking to a rich person on television?
Every time you think television has hit its lowest ebb, a new program comes along to make you wonder where you thought the ebb was.
... I could have said something profound, but you would have forgotten it in 15 minutes - which is the afterlife of a graduation speech.
I didn't go on dialysis because I was 81 years old and I'd done everything I wanted, or so I thought.
On the whole I woke up in the morning and was happy to be alive.
I became a hero to everyone because I didn't take dialysis and was still alive.
If President Nixon's secretary, Rosemary Woods, had been Moses' secretary, there would only be eight commandments.
Television has a real problem. They have no page two.
The powder is mixed with water and tastes exactly like powder mixed with water.
Any company executive who overcharges the government more than $5 million will be fined $50 or have to go to traffic school three nights a week
Writers are funny about reviews: when they get a good one they ignore it-- but when they get a bad review they never forget it. Every writer I know is the same way: you get a hundred good reviews, and one bad, andyou remember only the bad. For years, you go on and fantasize about the reviewer who didn't like your book; you imagine him as a jerk, a wife-beater, a real ogre. And, in the meantime, the reviewer has forgotten all about the whole thing. But, twenty years later, the writer still remembers that one bad review.
I contemplated suicide. My main concern was that I would not make the New York Times obituary page.
I always wanted to get into politics, but I was never light enough to make the team.