The Sparrows Are Preparing For

You Know, Most Reporters Can't Go Back To The Towns They Wrote Stories About. I Never Wrote That Kind Of Story.

It Takes An Earthquake To Remind Us That We Walk On The Crust Of An Unfinished Planet.

I Made Friends With A Lot Of Those Who Could Have Criticized Me In Print And Who Didn't, Who Praised Me Instead.

For A While There, I Was A Stringer. The Expression Comes From The Old Habit Of Stringing Together The Column Inches That You Had Written. They'd Measure It And Pay You 10 Cents An Inch For Your Printed Copy.

I Can't Remember A Time When I Didn't Want To Be A Reporter. I Don't Know Where I Got The Idea That It Was A Romantic Calling.