Irony is the form of paradox. Paradox is what is good and great at the same time.

There is something refreshingly ironic about people lying on the beach contracting skin cancer in an attempt to acquire a purely illusory appearance of good health, while germ-laden medical waste washes up on the sand all around them. (entitled Surf's Down Forever, p. 207)

When irony first makes itself known in a young man's life, it can be like his first experience of getting drunk; he has met with a powerful thing which he does not know how to handle.

An art thief is a man who takes pictures.

?You like irony now too?”
“Irony tastes good. Like sausage.”

Irony limits, finitizes, and circumscribes and thereby yields truth, actuality, content; it disciplines and punishes and thereby yields balance and consistency.

Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?

Neither irony nor sarcasm is argument.

In the midst of all this, there was Bernie Madoff. An embezzler named "made off." Hmm. Was the name not a clue? Did he have to be with the accounting firm of Dewey, Fuckyou, and Howe?

Trying to be happy by accumulating possessions is like trying to satisfy hunger by taping sandwiches all over your body