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Journalism Talk Is Part Of The Nonstop Background Noise Of American Life.

After Two Years Studying What Rewrite Men Did With The Facts I Phoned Them, I Knew That Journalism Was Essentially A Task Of Stringing Together Seamlessly An Endless Series Of Cliches.

Children Rarely Want To Know Who Their Parents Were Before They Were Parents, And When Age Finally Stirs Their Curiosity, There Is No Parent Left To Tell Them.

You Can't Enjoy Light Verse With A Heavy Heart.

Skinny Women Don't Enjoy Being Told They're Skinny Nowadays. They Enjoy Telling You How They Got That Way, As Though Starvation Were An Achievement.