Take Notes. Everything Is Copy.

The Function Of A Blog Is On Some Level To Start A Conversation That You're Not Involved In Any More Because You've Already Had Your Say. That Thing Of Coming Right Off The News - Did You See What I Saw This Morning, Can You Believe It? - Has A Kind Of Fun Appeal.

Working As A Journalist Is Exactly Like Being A Wallflower At An Orgy.

Here Are Some Questions I Am Constantly Noodling Over: Do You Splurge Or Do You Hoard? Do You Live Every Day As If It's Your Last, Or Do You Save Your Money On The Chance You'll Live Twenty More Years? Is Life Too Short, Or Is It Going To Be Too Long? Do You Work As Hard As You Can, Or Do You Slow Down To Smell The Roses? And Where Do Carbohydrates Fit Into All This? Are We Really All Going To Spend Our Last Years Avoiding Bread, Especially Now That Bread In American Is So Unbelievable Delicious? And What About Chocolate?

You Can't Retrieve You Life (unless You're On Wikipedia, In Which Case You Can Retrieve An Inaccurate Version Of It).

I Married Him Against All Evidence. I Married Him Believing That Marriage Doesn't Work, That Love Dies, That Passion Fades, And In So Doing I Became The Kind Of Romantic Only A Cynic Is Truly Capable Of Being.