The modern Little Bed Biding Hood, reared on singing commercials, has no objection to being eaten by the wolf.

I think that I shall never see A billboard lovely as a tree. Indeed, unless the billboards fall I'll never see a tree at all.

Advertising in the final analysis should be news. If it is not news it is worthless.

The people who flood our living-rooms with a smorgasbord of commercial messages about fetid breath, moist underarms and troubled intestines know this: an appropriate time, place and manner to sell a product is any that sells the product.

I do not read advertisements. I would spend all my time wanting things.

Society drives people crazy with lust and calls it advertising.

The art of advertising - untruthfulness combined with repetition.

Time spent in the advertising business seems to create a permanent deformity like the Chinese habit of foot-binding.

The deeper problems connected with advertising come less from the unscrupulousness of our 'deceivers' than from our pleasure in being deceived, less from the desire to seduce than from the desire to be seduced.

When someone hands you a flier it's like they're saying, "Here, you throw this away."