You can't edit yesterday's paper.
Writers are rememberers.
New York and Dublin are now suburbs of each other.
Viewers can't work or play while watching television; they can't read; they can't be out on the streets, falling in love with the wrong people, learning how to quarrel and compromise with other human beings. In short, they are asocial.
Part of my head will always be in the years after World War II - the five years before Korea started.
The challenge remains a simple one: to write news that stays news.
Mick Jagger's fans bought records with their allowances. Sinatra's people bought them out of wages.
There are human beings who will be helped in understanding our times through the diaries of Edward Robb Ellis.
What would Chaucer have written about if men were perfect?
