Journalist Quotes

I would like to see every newspaper and every magazine have a network of bureaus all over the world, gathering news.

Death will never be pretty - its sights and smells too close and crude. And it will never come under our control: it gallops where we tiptoe, rips up our routines, burns our very breath with its heat and sting.

The product is the delivery of the largest number of people at the least cost.

What's the problem with 'never?' It keeps you from trying. It ensures that you will fail. End of story.

There's a fine line between being sweet and innocent and being a tough broad.

The most popular labor-saving device is still money.

Often I used my gut instinct to ask the questions and get the answers I thought the audience wanted to hear. Sometimes the interviewees said things that surprised even them.

My unanticipated success as a sportscaster is a perfect example of the importance of saying yes to yourself, even when you are uncertain.

Banish the words 'I can't' from your vocabulary. Remember: If 'can't' equals 'won't', 'can' equals 'will.'

Crafts make us feel rooted, give us a sense of belonging and connect us with our history. Our ancestors used to create these crafts out of necessity, and now we do them for fun, to make money and to express ourselves.

Life is what you make it: If you snooze, you lose; and if you snore, you lose more.

Thousand got away to other countries; thousands returned to Spain tempted by false promises of kindness. By the tens of thousands, these Spaniards died of neglect in the concentration camps.

There were ten concentration camps in France from 1939 on.

Then somebody suggested I should write about the war, and I said I didn't know anything about the war. I did not understand anything about it. I didn't see how I could write it.

The road passed through a curtain of pine forest and came out on a flat, rolling snow field. In this field the sprawled or bunched bodies of Germans lay thick, like some dark shapeless vegetable.

It is alleged that half a million Spanish men, women and children fled to France after the Franco victory.

In the last camp they all ate grass, until the authorities forbade them to pull it up. They were accustomed to having the fruits of their little communal gardens stolen by the guards, after they had done all the work; but at the last camp everything was stolen.

If I practised sex, out of moral conviction, that was one thing; but to enjoy it... seemed a defeat.

I only knew about daily life. It was said, well, it isn't everybody's daily life. That is why I started.

I found out about the Spanish war because I was in Germany when it began.

I followed the war wherever I could reach it.

I didn't write. I just wandered about.

I daresay I was the worst bed partner in five continents.

Furthermore, they were constantly informed by all the camp authorities that they had been abandoned by the world: they were beggars and lucky to receive the daily soup of starvation.

But now that the guerrilla fighting is over, the Spaniards are again men without a country or families or homes or work, though everyone appreciates very much what they did.

And though various organizations in America and England collected money and sent food parcels to these refugees, nothing was ever received by the Spanish.

After the desperate years of their own war, after six years of repression inside Spain and six years of horror in exile, these people remain intact in spirit. They are armed with a transcendent faith; they have never won, and yet they have never accepted defeat.

Between his eyes, there were four lines, the marks of such misery as children should never feel. He spoke with that wonderful whisky voice that so many Spanish children have, and he was a tough and entire little boy.

It would be a bitter cosmic joke if we destroy ourselves due to atrophy of the imagination.

Gradually I came to realize that people will more readily swallow lies than truth, as if the taste of lies was homey, appetizing: a habit.