What did a happy ending even mean in real life, anyway? In stories you simply said, 'They lived happily ever after,' and that was it. But in real life people had to keep on living, day after day, year after year.

And here in America rival newspapermen attack each other on sight?

It's not the traveling that takes courage Tally. I've done much longer trips on my own. It's leaving home.

Listen, you bubblehead-up-until-five-minutes-ago.

I used to be a pre-industrial writer: thousands of words in a spurt and then a few days off. But as I get older, I've switched to a mode best described as 'slow and steady wins the race.' Basically, I write during the same four hours every day, after breakfast and the all-important coffee, generally in the same room and wearing the same pajamas.

Two weeks of killer sunburn is worth a lifetime of being gorgeous

humanity is a cancer on the body of the world