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A Newspaper Is Lumber Made Malleable. It Is Ink Made Into Words And Pictures. It Is Conceived, Born, Grows Up And Dies Of Old Age In A Day.

The Future Is An Opaque Mirror. Anyone Who Tries To Look Into It Sees Nothing But The Dim Outlines Of An Old And Worried Face.

A Good Writer Is Not, Per Se, A Good Book Critic. No More So Than A Good Drunk Is Automatically A Good Bartender.

What Makes A Good Writer Of History Is A Guy Who Is Suspicious. Suspicion Marks The Real Difference Between The Man Who Wants To Write Honest History And The One Who'd Rather Write A Good Story.

Death Is As Casual And Often As Unexpected As Birth. It Is As Difficult To Define Grief As Joy. Each Is Finite. Each Will Fade.