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
I don't know what's coming next and neither does anyone else. It's something that we do have to face but the thing is that a lot of people don't want to face it. And there's denial. If somebody says it, like me, everybody feels a little better that they can discuss it.
And Man created the plastic bag and the tin and aluminum can and the cellophane wrapper and the paper plate, and this was good because Man could then take his automobile and buy all his food in one place and He could save that which was good to eat in the refrigerator and throw away that which had no further use. And soon the earth was covered with plastic bags and aluminum cans and paper plates and disposable bottles and there was nowhere to sit down or walk, and Man shook his head and cried: "Look at this Godawful mess.
Americans are just beginning to regard food the way the French always have. Dinner is not what you do in the evening before something else. Dinner is the evening.
I learned quickly that when I made others laugh, they liked me.
An economist is a man who knows a hundred ways of making love but doesn't know any women.
The things that matter most are not things.
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.
As the economy gets better, everything else gets worse.
People who live in glass houses have to wash their windows all the time.
If you attack the establishment long enough and hard enough, they will make you a member of it.
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.
You can't make up anything anymore. The world itself is a satire. All you're doing is recording it.
We seem to be going through a period of nostalgia, and everyone seems to think yesterday was better than today. I don't think it was, and I would advise you not to wait ten years before admitting today was great. If you're hung up on nostalgia, pretend today is yesterday and just go out and have one hell of a time.
There isn't a child who hasn't gone out into the brave new world who eventually doesn't return to the old homestead carrying a bundle of dirty clothes.