J. F. Powers Quotes
I can't accept that a work of fiction should be either immoral or moral. It should merely show the world as it is and have no moral bias.
Silence: the motor drive of nothingness underneath all rhythm - threatened to last forever, a spell of sleep cast over the entire kingdom of listeners.
He stayed inside his perfect silence, hung on the stopped, forward edge of nowhere
Man does not ask for nightmares, he does not ask to be bad. He does not will his own willfulness.
Lippmann was very good at staying young, at not aging and becoming a prisoner of his past experiences.
The closer journalists came to great issues, the more vulnerable they felt.
He was "more passionate than most intelligent men, and more intelligent and reasoned than most passionate men.
Mr. Bird flung his food away and leaped to his feet, glaring around at no one in particular. 'I am not a dog!' he shouted agrily, his gold earrings flashing in the firelight.
If the Times gave readers far more news, then Lippmann at the Trib made the world seem far more understandable.
(I. F. Stone had once called it an exciting paper to read because you never knew on what page you would find a page-one story),
Everyone else was trying to make things more complicated and Cronkite, typically, was trying to make them more simple.
The author writes that the central conflict within journalist and seller of the American way Henry Luce was between his curiosity and his certitude.
he knew, unlike most reporters, how to use pauses and the absence of words as effectively as the words themselves.
Feeling for the first time what it meant to kick open doors that kept closing, no matter how many legends had already passed through.
he was so obsessed by the action in front of him that he had no awareness of the growing reaction to his performance.
Young man, Mr. Aubrey has made us so rich that we can now afford to worry about our image.
He seemed touched by a larger spirit, his course guided by something beyond him, so talented, so able, so good-natured that he did not even inspire envy in a city rich with envy.
We'd drifted too far to rely on the old boyhood telepathy anymore.
In the old days, it had been talent and style and brilliance and now it was more and more productivity.
He was perceived to be intellectually promiscuous, a little too eager to please all groups.
Mohr was one of the most talented people on the staff of Time, in print as well as in person—the two are often different.
He could tune her, bringing out her better instincts and filtering out her lesser ones.
The faster the motion, the less time to think. Fuselage journalism, Hugh Sidey of Time later called it.
Periapólí can only become the greatest city in the world if every boy and girl is born into a life where anything is possible.
Elliston thought consistency less important than vitality and intelligence and passion.
It was a wonderful combination for a reporter, the exterior so comforting, the interior so driven.
If he had gone to the old school, he was by no means old-school.
Every plant is an individual.Wrong again. We are not individuals at all, we are all connected. We are individuals the way each blossom on an apple tree is an individual.
The gospel, then, is not a message about the salvation of individuals from the world, but news about a world transfigured, right down to its basic structures.
He was very good, it turned out, at outlining the flaws in the government as long as someone else was in charge of the government.
It seems as if Americans like to be the center of attention even after they're dead.
the ability to get on the air, which was crucial to any reporter’s career, grew precisely as the ability to analyze diminished.
his was a profession in which a good leader constantly had to adapt to new weapons, whether he liked them or not,
One successful writer said he would never be a millionaire because he liked living like one too much.
Divine judgment is intended not to destroy but to awaken people to the devastating truth about their lives.
By being grateful, appreciating all we have instead of focusing on what is lacking, we allow more of the same to flow toward us.
And each ripple builds and builds into the tidal wave of anarchy to which we are now doomed.
He never, even in the most casual conversation with friends, spoke a sentence which did not sound as if it was ready for the air.
Oh, what an unbearable yoke is free will! What a vicious curse of the gods, granting self-determination to creatures incapable of guiding themselves! What good parent would free a child among tigers?
If you watch a scary movie together, then the scariness is cut in half!
To live as fully as completely as possible to be happy ... is the true aim and end to life.