Quotes tagged “journalists”

“Publishers are notoriously slothful about numbers, unless they're attached to dollar signs - unlike journalists, quarterbacks, and felony criminal defendants who tend to be keenly aware of numbers ...”

“I hate the world and almost all the people in it. I hate the Labour Congress and the journalists who send men to be slaughtered, and the fathers who feel a smug pride when their sons are killed, an...”

“Powerful women always interpret hostility as unrequited love.”

“But Marchent, most journalists cant be trusted. You do know that, dont you?”

“I didn't want to tell Mother I worked as a journalist. She thought I was a prostitute. Locking yourself in a room and inventing characters and conversations which do not exit is no way for a grown ...”

“I would be happy to take credit for all of the wonderful experiences I describe in my novels, but my life isnt quite that rich. Unfortunately we authors are sometimes forced to use other peoples li...”

“Ugly people kill people all the time. But when pretty people did, it got attention.”

“Depression is not dramatic, but it is total. Its sneaky - you almost dont notice it at first. Like a cat burglar, it comes in through an open window while youre sleeping. It takes little things at ...”

“Her body was spattered with tiny bits of the reverends flesh and blood, like someone had combined shrimp and tomato soup and then forgot to put the lid on the blender.”

“Robbins had opened Gabby up. Her charred skin was peeled back, and her ribs were removed. She was pink inside, like steak that had been burned on a high heat but remained raw in the middle.”

“But Marchent, most journalists can’t be trusted. You do know that, don’t you?”

“I would be happy to take credit for all of the wonderful experiences I describe in my novels, but my life isn’t quite that rich. Unfortunately we authors are sometimes forced to use other people’s ...”

“Ugly people kill people all the time. But when pretty people did, it got attention.”

“Depression is not dramatic, but it is total. It’s sneaky - you almost don’t notice it at first. Like a cat burglar, it comes in through an open window while you’re sleeping. It takes little things ...”

“Her body was spattered with tiny bits of the reverend’s flesh and blood, like someone had combined shrimp and tomato soup and then forgot to put the lid on the blender.”

“Robbins had opened Gabby up. Her charred skin was peeled back, and her ribs were removed. She was pink inside, like steak that had been burned on a high heat but remained raw in the middle.”