Wisdom is for statues. Humor uncaps our inhibitions, unleashes our energies, seals friendships, patches hurts. Laughing is probably the most alive you can be.
As music migrates into our iPods, CD collections require less and less room, residing in our heads rather than resounding off the walls. The protracted labor of amassing a personal music library has lost its detective zeal.
Book-jacket design may become a lost art, like album-cover design, without which late-20th-century iconography would have been pauperized.
Everyone is entitled to his own nostalgia.
The lies the government and media tell are amplifications of the lies we tell ourselves. To stop being conned, stop conning yourself.