Quotes About Newspaper

booths—all empty; she saw people who could not even read thrust arms, hands, fingers through the press of bodies around the news-vendors' machines to tear a sheet fresh off the printer and struggle to understand just what it was in those squiggling lines that was standing the world on its head.

If a pair of pigeons alighted on a discarded newspaper page on a New York street, would they understand the content of the paper?

I took a sip of my coffee, sat the folder on the counter, and began reading the newspaper. "In the cold, gray dawn of September the twenty-eighth . . ." Dickens. ". . . The slippery bank where the life of Cody Pritchard came to an ignominious end . . ." Faulkner. "Questioning society with the simple query, why?" Steinbeck. "Dead." Hemingway. Ernie

At age forty-two, Ben Franklin retired from his profession as newspaper and magazine publisher to the American colonies to pursue other interests. His aim now was to satisfy his insatiable scientific curiosity. What caused a high-pitched violin to break a glass? Why does electricity go through water but not wood? Such questions then fell under the heading of natural philosophy, what we today call physics. (The term "scientist" was not coined until 1833.)

There was no opportunity to discuss his plans with Wynne that night, but the following morning he sought her out and issued his invitation. "It will give me great pleasure," said Franz in a solemn voice, "it will give me great pleasure if you will dine with me tonight. I will telephone and order a nice dinner at the Grand Hotel and afterwards we will go to the Picture House. I see in the newspaper that Norma Shearer is there, and it says the film is very good.

I worry about every newspaper. I worry about the financial undertaking, and I worry that somehow the loss of the sale of the paper version will affect their ability to have journalists and editors and producers. We really need those.

The 'Times' is understood to be almost the unofficial biographer of the country, in some strange way to be printing a kind of quasi-neutral truth or even, in some people's minds, slightly center-left version of reality.

I wasn't for Vietnam. When I told that to the hippie newspaper, all my people got nervous.

My landlord is blase' about the crisis and hands me a newspaper. It isn't for reading. This evening, I decide, I'm not going to be Cuban. I grab my passport from the closet and make for the nearest hotel bathroom.

People see what they want to see, or what they are told to see, and once that picture starts to fill your mind, logic starts bending things to fit. My job is to tell the truth, kultaseni. That is my belief with this newspaper of mine . . . that's why I started it.

We read in the paper about a fifty-five-year-old woman-you read right, that's fifty five- who had quadruplets! Since the pregnancy was in vitro, it was clearly on purpose. I've got to tell you, we were all pretty happy that we hadn't done this and also none of us had ever considered it. Nor had we considered pulling out all our teeth with pliers or slamming our fingers in the car door repeatedly just to see what it feels like.

The other was out on the road late at night waiting for her young man, when something came flapping and rolling along the road up to her feet. It had the likeness of a newspaper, and presently it flapped up into her face, and she knew by the size of it that it was the Irish Times. All of a sudden it changed into a young man, who asked her to go walking with him. She would

I get all the truth I need in the newspaper every morning, and every chance I get I go fishing, or swap stories with fishermen to get the taste of it out of my mouth.

I knew I was going to be a journalist when I was eight years old and I saw the printing presses rolling at the Sydney newspaper where my dad worked as a proofreader.

Read the newspaper, Aaron's father liked to say, you'll grow to be an educated man.

After his dinner, the wolfhound liked to prowl the grounds, sniffing the grass to learn what creatures of field and forest had recently visited. The yard was Merlin's newspaper.

Patrick Kenzie asking a bemused waitress for a newspaper in smalltown USA. 'It's like a homepage without a scroll button?

The days of waiting for your morning paper to show up in your driveway and tell you what the main stories are? Those days are over.

All newspaper writers have heard that the stuff they compose today has an excellent chance of being used to wrap tomorrow's mackerel.

The American reading his Sunday paper in a state of lazy collapse is perhaps the most perfect symbol of the triumph of quantity over quality.... Whole forests are being ground into pulp daily to minister to our triviality.

There is still, in fact, in Calvino's archive a drawer full of newspaper cuttings concerning scientific discoveries. As

In 1845, the Bunker Hill Aurora warned that foreigners were landing at the rate of "13,400 a month!!! 466 a day!!! 19 an hour!!!" Three years later, the same paper declared: "Our country is literally being overrun with the miserable, vicious, and unclean paupers of the old country.

Os dois degraus da varanda — "Fui justo", repete, "fui justo" —, com mão firme gira a chave. Abre a porta, pisa na carta e, sentando-se na poltrona, lê o jornal em voz alta para não ouvir os gritos do silêncio.

He would be an educational exhibit. People wouldn't learn much about the anatomy from him but they would learn all there was to know about war. That would be a great thing to concentrate war into one stump of a body and to show it to people so they could see the difference between a war that's in the newspaper headlines and liberty loan drives and a war that is fought out lonesomely in the mud somewhere a war between man and a high explosive shell.