Don Draper is the Greatest American Hero. Everyone wants his mojo, his love life, his hair line—not to mention his gift for spinning brilliantly inscrutable aphorisms:
To put it mildly, you can never go home. You came here because Audrey Hepburn is the devil. But If you don’t like what’s being said, change the conversation.
Don Draper is our retro-pop Confucius, the original Old Spice Guy of the Swingin’ 60s:
Even my secretary knows that breakfast is an ad for getting up in the morning. Oh, admen swear that French women are promiscuous. But the sky is a whore.