Things on the whole are much faster in America; people don't 'stand for election', they 'run for office.'

Walking through the streets of New Haven (Conn.) with William Sloane Coffin Jr. is like being in a movie about a small-town folk hero. People come up to shake his hand, students run after him with urgent questions, old folks stop their cars to call out, 'Good luck Bill!' and 'Howdy, Reverend.

In childbirth, as in other human endeavors, fashions start with the rich, are then adopted by the aspirant middle class with an assist from the ever-watchful media, and may or may not eventually filter down to the poor.

You may not be able to change the world, but at least you can embarrass the guilty.

I have nothing against undertakers personally. It's just that I wouldn't want one to bury my sister.

Gracious dying is a huge, macabre and expensive joke on the American public.