James Thurber
James Thurber
James Grover Thurberwas an American cartoonist, author, journalist, playwright, and celebrated wit. Thurber was best known for his cartoons and short stories, published mainly in The New Yorker magazine and collected in his numerous books. One of the most popular humorists of his time, Thurber celebrated the comic frustrations and eccentricities of ordinary people. In collaboration with his college friend Elliott Nugent, he wrote the Broadway comedy The Male Animal, later adapted into a film, which starred Henry Fonda and...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionCartoonist
Date of Birth8 December 1894
CityColumbus, OH
CountryUnited States of America
Art – the one achievement of man which has made the long trip up from all fours seem well advised
There is something about a poet which leads us to believe that he died, in many cases, as long as 20 years before his birth.
No male can beat a female in the long run because they have it over us in sheer, damn longevity.
I drew pictures rapidly and with few lines, because I had to write most of the pieces, too, and couldn't monkey long with the drawings. The divine urge was no higher than that.
Time is for dragonflies and angels. The former live too little and the latter live too long.
These are rifle shots that certainly hurt the party but I don't think it's a wave that comes through and wipes out a lot of people.
And unless there is a major stumbling or bombshell, I think he will be confirmed.
Editing should be, especially in the case of old writers, a counseling rather than a collaborating task. The tendency of the writer-editor to collaborate is natural, but he should say to himself, ''How can I help this writer to say it better in his own style?'' and avoid ''How can I show him how I would write it, if it were my piece?''
Early to rise and early to bed Makes a male healthy and wealthy and dead
Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and dead
Even if Boss DeLay leaves, his legacy stays.
I used to wake up at 4 A.M. and start sneezing, sometimes for five hours. I tried to find out what sort of allergy I had but finally came to the conclusion that it must be an allergy to consciousness.
seems to be exceeding the quota one or two.
running away from the president on the war and Katrina.