When it comes to cars, only two varieties of people are possible – cowards and fools. – Russell Baker
I gave up on new poetry myself 30 years ago when most of it began to read like coded messages passing between lonely aliens in a hostile world. – Russell Baker
In an age when the fashion is to be in love with yourself, confessing to be in love with somebody else is an admission of unfaithfulness to ones beloved. – Russell Baker
Anticipating that most poetry will be worse than carrying heavy luggage through OHare Airport, the public, to its loss, reads very little of it. – Russell Baker