My Job ... I Do Nothing, It

As Soon As I Knew That I Would Be All Right, I Was Sure That I Was Dead And Didn't Know It. I Moved Through The Days Like A Severed Head That Finishes A Sentence. I Waited For The Moment That Would Snap Me Out Of My Seeming Life.

I Wanted To Be A Veterinarian, But Slipped Up When I Hit Organic Chemistry.

There’s So Much I Can’t Read Because I Get So Exasperated. Someone Starts Describing The Character Boarding The Plane And Pulling The Seat Back. And I Just Want To Say, Babe, I Have Been Downtown. I Have Been Up In A Plane. Give Me Some Credit.

Nothing Is Ever Quite As Bad As It Could Be.

Obviously, In Journalism, You're Confined To What Happens. And The Tendency To Embellish, To Mythologize, It's In Us. It Makes Things More Interesting, A Closer Call. But Journalism Taught Me How To Write A Sentence That Would Make Someone Want To Read The Next One.