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
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.
Have you ever seen a candidate talking to a rich person on television?
Television has a real problem. They have no page two.
I can now say without hesitation the Marine Corps was the best foster home I ever had.
War for most men is not fighting or marching in parades. It is sitting around somewhere wondering what the hell you are supposed to be doing.
I'm working when I'm fighting with my wife. I constantly ask myself-how can I use this stuff to literary advantage.
The most important thing about writing a book is having book parties.
I know it's very egocentric to believe that someone is put on Earth for a reason. In my case, I like to think I was.
I always wanted to get into politics, but I was never light enough to make the team.
I just don't want to die the same day Castro dies
The reason I don't play golf is because I was a caddie when I was 13. Women never gave up a golf ball that was lost somewhere in the trees and thicket and down through the poison ivy. It was during one of these searches that I vowed to the Lord above that if I ever earned enough money I would never set foot on a course again.
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.
This is what makes me happy: Remembering where I put my house keys...
As my good friend Al Capp told me a few years ago, the best thing to do with a confirmed [hotel] reservation slip when you have no room is to spread it out on the sidewalk in front of the hotel and go to sleep on it. You'll either embarrass the hotel into giving you a room or you'll be hauled off to the local jug, where at least you'll have a roof over your head.