{"quotes":[{"text":"Now listen,' said George angrily, 'I’ve been in a newspaper office all evening and I know better than you what’s going on.''Nonsense. If there’s one place in the world where nobody knows what’s going on, it’s a newspaper office.","author":"Jack Iams","tags":["journalism","newspaper","newspapers","reporter","reporters"],"id":7500,"author_id":"Jack+Iams"},{"text":"We have to defend views we don't share and impose them on the public; deal with questions we don't understand and vulgarize them for the gallery. We can't have ideas of our own, we have to have those of the editor; and even the editor doesn't have the right to think with his own head, because when he's sent for by the board of directors he has to stifle his own views, if he has any, and support those of the shareholders.","author":"Pitigrilli","tags":["journalism","reporter"],"id":19793,"author_id":"Pitigrilli"},{"text":"News is how the government delivers propaganda to the masses and it is an essential requirement of the television broadcasting job to be emotionless to this.","author":"Steven Magee","tags":["broadcasting","delivers","emotionless","essential","government","job","masses","news","propaganda","reporter","requirement","television"],"id":26990,"author_id":"Steven+Magee"},{"text":"What if pretending is interfering with the person you’re meant to be?” he said.","author":"Robin Bielman","tags":["artist","christmas-romance","contemporary-romance","holiday-romance","prince","reporter","royal","small-town-romance"],"id":27508,"author_id":"Robin+Bielman"},{"text":"I don’t know how a reporter would ever understand a politician. Your job is supposed to be about finding the truth and enlightening people. Right? A politician’s job is about hiding the truth and fooling people. Right? You want us to be better informed so we get smarter. They think we’re dumb and it’s to their advantage to keep us that way.","author":"Dan Groat","tags":["dumb","dumbness","enlightenment","journalism","lie","lies","lies-politics","news","politician","reporter","reporters","smart","smarter","truth","well-informed"],"id":37777,"author_id":"Dan+Groat"},{"text":"You’re innocent until proven guilty,” Mandy exclaimed, unable to hide her gleeful smile. She missed the way people used to have normal conversations, used to be more caring for each other than themselves, back in the Seventies and Eighties. These days, she realized, neighbors kept to themselves, their kids kept to themselves, nobody talked to each other anymore. They went to work, went shopping and shut themselves up at home in front of glowing computer screens and cellphones… but maybe the nostalgic, better times in her life would stay buried, maybe the world would never be what it was. In the 21st century music was bad, movies were bad, society was failing and there were very few intelligent people left who missed the way things used to be… maybe though, Mandy could change things. Thinking back to the old home movies in her basement, she recalled what Alecto had told her. “We wanted more than anything else in the world to be normal, but we failed.” The 1960’s and 1970’s were very strange times, but Mandy missed it all, she missed the days when Super-8 was the popular film type, when music had lyrics that made you think, when movies had powerful meanings instead of bad comedy and when people would just walk to a friend’s house for the afternoon instead of texting in bed all day. She missed soda fountains and department stores and non-biodegradable plastic grocery bags, she wished cellphones, bad pop music and LED lights didn’t exist… she hated how everything had a diagnosis or pill now, how people who didn’t fit in with modern, lazy society were just prescribed medications without a second thought… she hated how old, reliable cars were replaced with cheap hybrid vehicles… she hated how everything could be done online, so that people could just ignore each other… the world was becoming much more convenient, but at the same time, less human, and her teenage life was considered nostalgic history now.Hanging her head low, avoiding the slightly confused stare of the cab driver through the rear view mirror, she started crying uncontrollably, her tears soaking the collar of her coat as the sun blared through the windows in a warm light.","author":"Rebecca McNutt","tags":["bully","canada","cape-breton","cars","convenient","crazy","crying","death","digital","dying","earth","environment","gone","grief","insane","leaving-home","lonely","loss","medications","mental-illness","misery","moving","nostalgia","nova-scotia","old-school","reporter","retro","sad","stop","stuck","taxi","trapped"],"id":47102,"author_id":"Rebecca+McNutt"},{"text":"Unlike other relationships that have a purpose beyond themselves and are clearly delineated as such (dentist-patient, lawyer-client, teacher-student), the writer-subject relationship seems to depend for its life on a kind of fuzziness and murkiness, if not utter covertness, of purpose. If everybody put his cards on the table, the game would be over. The journalist must do his work in a kind of deliberately induced state of moral anarchy.","author":"Janet Malcolm","tags":["journalism","journalist","reporter","reporting"],"id":112528,"author_id":"Janet+Malcolm"},{"text":"That could be a very sexy story.","author":"LynDee Walker","tags":["female-sleuth","humor","mystery","news","reporter","women"],"id":144073,"author_id":"LynDee+Walker"},{"text":"It's one thing to put on your nation's uniform to give your life for your country. But to dress up in black-market khakis and head into battle in a borrowed bush hat, armed only with a Nikon camera, 10 rolls of film and notebook, is definitely another thing.","author":"Peter Arnett","tags":["journalism","journalist","news","newspaper","photographer","reporter"],"id":150862,"author_id":"Peter+Arnett"},{"text":"How good would Flynn be in bed – a real bed, with crisp, clean sheets? She’d seen and handled enough of his body to create a solid mental picture of him naked. Very solid. Honed, strong, with a dusting of blond hair on his tanned chest and maybe a few tattoos. Long muscular legs, a sculpted butt, a narrow waist sliding into a broad back that would undulate under her fingers as he moved against her.","author":"Brynn Kelly","tags":["french-foreign-legion","intense","reporter","romance","suspense","terrorist","thriller"],"id":189766,"author_id":"Brynn+Kelly"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":28,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}