Once we thought, journalists and readers alike, that if we put together enough "facts" and gave them a fast stir, we would come up with something that, at least by the standards of short-order cooks, could be called the truth.
Watching baseball under the lights is like observing dogs indoors, at a pedigree show. In both instances, the environment is too controlled to suit the species.
To choose art means to turn one's back on the world, or at least on certain of its distractions.
It is beyond the imagination of the menu-maker that there are people in the world who breakfast on a single egg.
A man's work is his dilemma: his job is his bondage, but it also gives him a fair share of his identity and keeps him from being a bystander in somebody else's world.
Cary Grant, born Archie Leach, was a poor boy who could barely spell posh. That's acting for you-or maybe Hollywood.
Nothing is more idealistic than a journalist on the defensive.
Giving jazz the Congressional seal of approval is a little like making Huck Finn an honorary Boy Scout.
Journalists do not like to report on uncertainties. They would almost rather be wrong than ambiguous.
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