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The Only Thing I Was Fit For Was To Be A Writer, And This Notion Rested Solely On My Suspicion That I Would Never Be Fit For Real Work, And That Writing Didn't Require Any.

When It Comes To Cars, Only Two Varieties Of People Are Possible - Cowards And Fools.

There Is A Growing Literature About The Multitude Of Journalism's Problems, But Most Of It Is Concerned With The Editorial Side Of The Business, Possibly Because Most People Competent To Write About Journalism Are Not Comfortable Writing About Finance.

I Am Sitting Here 93 Million Miles From The Sun On A Rounded Rock Which Is Spinning At The Rate Of 1000 Miles An Hour... And My Head Pointing Down Into Space With Nothing Between Me And Infinity But Something Called Gravity Which I Can't Even Understand, And Which You Can't Even Buy Any Place So As To Have Some Stored Away For A Gravityless Day.

The Sinister Nature Of The American Soil Is Apparent In Places Like Gettysburg. Fertilize It With The Blood Of Heros, And It Brings Forth A Frozen-custard Stand.