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Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
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inspirational
journalist
life
poem
poet
poetry
poetry-life-quote
poetry-quotes
posthumous-modern-writer
reflection
satirical
writer-quotes
autobiographical-quote
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Charles Bukowski |
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He needed no foreplay for the interview, and I was grateful. It's like sweet-talking your date when you both know you're about to get laid.
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journalist
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Gillian Flynn |
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Yet I am incapable of writing the only kind of novel which interests me: a book powered with an intellectual or moral passion strong enough to create order, to create a new way of looking at life. It is because I am too diffused. I have decided never to write another novel. I have fifty 'subjects' I could write about; and they would be competent enough. If there is one thing we can be sure of, it is that competent and informative novels will continue to pour from the publishing houses. I have only one, and the least important, of the qualities necessary to write at all, and that is curiosity. It is the curiosity of the journalist.
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curiosity
journalist
writing
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Doris Lessing |
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"Oh, I'm Chrissy Mackenzie, I'm from Vancouver but I came here to study environmental journalism," the girl exclaimed with way too much enthusiasm. "You got any advice?" "Search me," Mandy muttered, spooning another ice cube from the empty glass on the table in front of her. "I like pollution, I write in favor of it, and environmental journalism most often implies that it's in favor of all that "go green" hippie crap." "Oh, well...." Chrissy seemed taken aback, offended, and Mandy sighed a fourth time. "Damn it, I'm really sorry," she apologized, smiling dismally at the aspiring writer. "It's just been a really lousy day for me and I wasn't really thinking. My advice? Find your own cause to represent, not one thrown out into society by a ton of environmentalist dopes. Find something new, something you think could be improved, and work from there." Chrissy smiled with a look of total ecstasy as if the words of some nobody woman were important. Mandy momentarily noticed the groups of laughing, drunk, giggling people, all acting childish... and for a moment she wished she could be them."
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cape-breton
change
drea
drunk
environmntal
friend
gol
hippie
hope
ice-cube
improve
journalist
joy
nova-scotia
peace
pollution
sad
vancouver
world
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Rebecca McNutt |
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Follow your fate, and be satisfied with it, and be glad not to be a second-hand motor salesman, or a yellow-press journalist, pickled in gin and nicotine, or a cripple - or dead.
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fate
gin
jobs
journalist
nicotine
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Ian Fleming |
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In the war to come correspondents would assume unheard of importance, plunging through flame to feed the public its little gobbets of dehydrated excrement.
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journalist
war
world-war-2
ww2
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Malcolm Lowry |