It's best to leap into something you know you love. You might change your mind later, but that is the privilege of youth.

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'm not knocking the wholesale grocery business or any other, but there is a kind of romance in journalism which some people, the lucky ones, feel inside them all their lives.

The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.

Thanks to the Interstate Highway System, it is now possible to travel across the country from coast to coast without seeing anything.

I would love to write something that people would still read 50 or 100 years from now. That comes with growing older, I think.

I didn't know what narcissism was until I beheld my own naricssus.