“It’s the great flaw of journalism. The more something happens, the less newsworthy it is.”

“It’s the great flaw of journalism. The more something happens, the less newsworthy it is.”

“There are some mysteries of the universe that ought to remain mysteries.”

“It’s the great flaw of journalism. The more something happens, the less newsworthy it is.”

“The things we love the most are the most disfiguring. Such is our greed for them.”

“A dormitory was a hopeless idea. Whoever thought of encasing two hundred girls in a concrete box?”

“It was true. Heard it on Cronkite.”

“What a treacherous thing a body was, how it so blatantly acted out the mind’s secrets.”

“She’d decided that about eighty percent of what you believe about yourself when you’re twenty turns out to be wrong. The problem is you don’t know what your small true part is until much later.”

“He’s looking for people he can be himself around. Aren’t we all?”

“But such was the way with people – they loved the things that made them miserable.”