BRENDAN GILL

Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run.

Obscenity is a notable enhancer of life and is suppressed at grave peril to the arts.

We must all face the fact that in a single lifetime we lead several simultaneous lives; our intention should be to make them reinforce one another instead of colliding.

I will try to cram these paragraphs full of facts and give them a weight and shape no greater than that of a cloud of blue butterflies.

Avain attempt to subdue that unsubduable country.

Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious.

To die quickly in one's eighth decade at the very top of one's powers is an enviable end, and not an occasion for mourning.

Parody is homage gone sour.

If it were better, it wouldn't be as good.

The guns of the big events rumble through our pages, but the tiny firecrackers are constantly hissing and popping there as well; it appears that much of my life as a journalist has been devoted to sedulously setting off firecrackers.

Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious.

If it were better, it wouldn't be as good.

I will try to cram these paragraphs full of facts and give them a weight and shape no greater than that of a cloud of blue butterflies.

Parody is homage gone sour.

It is in the nature of the New Yorker to be as topical as possible, on a level that is often small in scale and playful in intention.

In the later nineteenth century, the tops of skyscrapers often took the shape of domes, surmounted by jaunty gilded lanterns; later came ziggurats, mausoleums, Alexandrian lighthouses, miniature Parthenons. These charming follies contained neither royal corpses nor effigies of gods and goddesses; rather they contained large wooden tanks filled with water.

Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run.

We must all face the fact that in a single lifetime we lead several simultaneous lives; our intention should be to make them reinforce one another instead of colliding.

The ingenuities we practice in order to appear admirable to ourselves would suffice to invent the telephone twice over on a rainy summer morning.

To die quickly in one's eighth decade at the very top of one's powers is an enviable end, and not an occasion for mourning.

Obscenity is a notable enhancer of life and is suppressed at grave peril to the arts.

The guns of the big events rumble through our pages, but the tiny firecrackers are constantly hissing and popping there as well; it appears that much of my life as a journalist has been devoted to sedulously setting off firecrackers.

Avain attempt to subdue that unsubduable country.