How had this happened? Everyone in the world knew more than us, about everything, and this I hated then found hugely comforting.

My voice and movements are restricted by the things I own.

I think newspapers shouldn't try to compete directly with the Web, and should do what they can do better, which may be long-form journalism and using photos and art, and making connections with large-form graphics and really enhancing the tactile experience of paper.

Good artists exist in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are.

The weird thing is that working within an established story was actually kind of liberating. You know the beginning and middle and end, more or less, so there's less pressure to figure all that out.

I went to public school all my life and all through college and I liked it.

In hospitals I feel palpable comfort. I feel the competence, the expertise, so much education and money, all of the supplies sterile, everything packaged, sealed tight. My fears evaporate when the automatic doors shush open.