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 look at life as being cruise director on the Titanic. I may not get there, but I'm going first class.
The best way to clean up a son's room is to close the door and pretend it's not part of the house.
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
People ask what I am really trying to do with humor. The answer is, "I'm getting even
A bad liver is to a Frenchman what a nervous breakdown is to an American. Everyone has had one and everyone wants to talk about it.
When it came to writing about wine, I did what almost everybody does - faked it
Ascot is so exclusive that it is the only racecourse in the world where the horses own the people.
An economist is a man who knows a hundred ways of making love but doesn't know any women.
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.
This is a wonderful way to celebrate an 80th birthday, ... I wanted to be 65 again, but they wouldn't let me - Homeland Security.
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
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.
You can't make up anything anymore. The world itself is a satire. All you're doing is recording it.
The things that matter most are not things.