Just by luck, I picked good heroes to worship.

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.

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.

That was the overwhelming thing to me, the joy of carrying my portable typewriter to an event and trying to describe it.

I don't think I had a reputation as a hard worker, but inside I was always being eaten up by the pressures.

There is melancholy in the wind and sorrow in the grass

...Pomeranians speak only to Poodles and Poodles speak only to God.