American couples have gone to such lengths to avoid the interference of in-laws that they have to pay marriage counselors to interfere between them.

In social matters, pointless conventions are not merely the bee sting of etiquette, but the snake bite of moral order.

Familiarity doesn't breed contempt, it is contempt.

We want a president who is as much like an American tourist as possible. Someone with the same goofy grin, the same innocent intentions, the same naive trust; a president with no conception of foreign policy and no discernible connection to the U.S. government, whose Nice Guyism will narrow the gap between the U.S. and us until nobody can tell the difference.

Those colorful denizens of male despair, the Bowery bum and the rail-riding hobo, have been replaced by the bag lady and the welfare mother. Women have even taken over Skid Row.

People are so busy dreaming the American Dream, fantasizing about what they could be or have a right to be, that they're all asleep at the switch. Consequently we are living in the Age of Human Error.