If You Gather A Lot Of Stuff,

I'm On My High School Football Team And Must Show How Much I Know.

All Political Power Is Primarily An Illusion. Illusion. Mirrors And Blue Smoke, Beautiful Blue Smoke Rolling Over The Surface Of Highly Polished Mirrors, First A Thin Veil Of Blue Smoke, Then A Thick Cloud That Suddenly Dissolves Into Wisps Of Blue Smoke, The Mirrors Catching It All, Bouncing It Back And Forth.

Don't Call Me A Journalist; I Hate The Word. It's Pretentious!

Newspapers Are So Boring. How Can You Read A Newspaper That Starts With A 51-word Lead Sentence?

True New Yorkers Do Not Really Seek Information About The Outside World. They Feel That If Anything Is Not In New York It Is Not Likely To Be Interesting.