You shoot at men who are fathers. War is completely stupid.
It seems to me that people who have been through a war are seldom in favor of having another one. What do you think that should tell us?
You shoot at men who are fathers. War is completely stupid.
(Xavier) went 27-for-33 from the line, while Georgia was 3-for-5...
I hugged perfect strangers and kissed a fat lady on the mouth. Grown men wept. Lightning flashed. Thunder rolled. Stars fell, and joy swept through, fetched by a hurricane of unleashed emotions.
So, I just got out of lunch and I'm walking down 5th Street in downtown Austin talking on my phone. I end the call as I'm crossing the street at the crosswalk, at the last second realize the girl walking towards me has on a Florida shirt.
Without hesitation (TOTAL Tourette's), I yell, and I mean yell - like leaning in and walking towards her with my right hand cupped around my mouth - "BOOOOOOOOOoo Booooooooooooooooooooo Boooooooooooooo!!!!!!"
She literally shifted gears into this quick walk / run so fast that I didn't even realize how inappropriate I was acting, and by the time I did, I was standing alone in the middle of the intersection (because naturally, I followed her off the path of the crosswalk out where the cars are).
Let me back up - so, to onlookers (which were plenty), here is this guy walking down the street in a suit with a briefcase on his shoulder who "boos" a passerby for no apparent reason. Let me add, I have on ZERO UGA clothes right now. To them, I'm sure it looked like a scene straight out of Jackass.
I hope football season comes soon so at least I can have an excuse. That was just wrong and I'm almost embarrassed (who are we kidding, not really but, I do feel bad).
Of course we should apologize for slavery. Every human being should.
We should be sorry that we don't love our fellow men like we should. That we let fear and hatred hold us back in this advanced age.
Martin Luther King Jr. was quoting Matthew most of the time. Who was, of course, quoting Jesus.
Love your neighbor.
I'm sorry slavery happened. I'm sorry it happened on my own soil, in my country. I'm sorrier still that so much of it, and so badly, happened in my beloved home state.
If you say "we" when you say "America," I think that's proof you owe an apology. ...
I honor all dead. Every man has good in him and is to be missed, and those who sacrifice for others most of all.
Accuracy. Fairness. Objectivity. Timeliness. Context.
You are not in the business of making friends and winning influence. Writing about other people should make you feel terrible quite often.
Go see people in person.
Ask the same question of different people. You may have to ask them more than once
A swamp of facts is only useful if you answer the question on everybody's lips.
It's not always about details. Make sure you understand the core of a thing so you can explain it to your friends with complete accuracy.
Ask yourself: Am I comfortable with this being written in a history book?
Put little trust in facts. Re-examine their veracity from time to time.
Pretty much at least one fact per noun, verb and adjective. Think: What do I know, and how do I know it. Ask your sources how they know things.
Get as close as you can.
- The photographer's creed
If you're sitting there with nothing to do, call some people and find out what they want to talk about. Or go see them. Or go look at some public documents. Or buildings. Or watch an intersection work.
File open records requests routinely. You don't have to suspect something.
Don't be overly impressed with power. Or yourself.
There's a thin line between authoritative reporting and editorializing.
Be smart, listen and study. Be difficult to lie to.
No matter how high you get, remember what it's like on the lower levels.
The last 5 percent between 95 percent and 100 percent is the hardest.
- Brian Melton
We're not in the business of keeping secrets.
- Bernie O'Donnell
It is said that great artists steal. This ain't art.
Use a page in your notebook for texture: Sounds, sights, smells. Things that aren't quotes.
- I can't remember whose idea this was
Experiment and technique are fine. But the reader has to come with you.
This job is not about being a great writer.
You want to be criticized by idiots on both sides.
Dimly lit is good. Illuminated by a single bulb is better. Ask Mark Twain why.
If you don't think you've got a public service job, get another one.
He joked that his wife Katharyn is in Romania, so maybe she won't find out about the raise. Seriously though, he said he doesn't expect to splurge upon receiving some extra cash: "It’s just more that we can find a good cause we can give it to."
Think, in your heart, what percentage of people in this world are willing to put more into society than they take out.
Now double it.
What kind of world would that be?
He had spoken in the little room near the Courts where the pleaders waited for clients; clients, waiting for pleaders, sat in the dust outside. These had not received a car from Mr. Turton. And there were circles even beyond these - people who wore nothing but a loincloth, people who wore not even that, and spend their lives in knocking two sticks together before a scarlet doll - humanity grading a drifting beyond the educated vision, until no earthly invitation can embrace it.
All invitations must proceed from heaven perhaps; perhaps it is futile for men to initiate their own unity, they do but widen the gulfs between them by the attempt. So at all events thought old Mr. Grasford and young Mr. Sorley, the devoted missionaries who lived out beyond the slaughterhouses, always traveled third on the railways, and never came up to the club. In our Father's house are many mansions, they taught, and there alone will the incompatible multitudes of mankind be welcomed and soothed. Not one shall be turned away by the servants on that verandah, be he black or white, not one shall be kept standing who approaches with a loving heart.
And why should the divine hospitality cease here? Consider, with all reverence, the monkeys. May there not be a mansion for the monkeys also? Old Mr. Graysford said No, but young Mr. Sorley, who was advanced, said Yes; he saw no reason why monkeys should not have their collateral share of bliss, and he had sympathetic discussions about them with his Hindu friends. And the jackals. Jackals were indeed less to Mr. Sorley's mind, but he admitted that the mercy of God, being infinite, may well embrace all mammals. And the wasps? He became uneasy during the descent to wasps, and was apt to change the conversations. And oranges, cactuses, crystals and mud? and the bacteria inside Mr. Sorley? No, no this is going to far. We must exclude someone from our gathering, or we shall be left with nothing.