“But editors are still the world’s readers. And thus the eyes of the world.”

No matter how many compromises were made along the way, no matter what happens in the future, a book is a thing to behold.

… but every person who does serious time with a keyboard is attempting to translate his version of the world into words so that he might be understood.

The writer labors in isolation, yet all that intensive, lonely work is in the service of communicating, is an attempt to reach another person.

In discovering books, you became free to explore the full range of human motives, desires, secrets, and lies. All my life, people have scolded me for having an excess of feeling, saying that I was too sensitive.

I wondered if I was just the sum of my brain scan, little dots clustered in my frontal lobe. Is that where the poems came from?.

Fear of failure is the reason most often cited to explain why so many aspiring writers never realize their dreams. But I think it’s that same fear of failure that absolutely invigorates those who do push through-that is, the fear of not being heard.

There are just two people entitled to refer to themselves as “we”; one is the editor and the other is the fellow with a tapeworm.

You should never rely on interviews with musicians as being factual.

I think one of the interesting things is that vi is really a mode-based editor.

The Denver Post has actually hired an editor to promote pot.

It seems from my unique vantage point as both scientist and editor of JSE that substantial evidence exists of “something going on”.

It’s very hard to stand up to the government which is saying that publication will threaten national security. People don’t seem to realize that reporters and editors know something about national security and care deeply about it.

Sure, some journalists use anonymous sources just because they’re lazy, and I think editors ought to insist on more precise identification even if they remain anonymous.

In college, I was an editor on the student daily… To the extent that I noticed the existence of crew at all, I saw only what appeared to be big-boned acolytes who rose at dawn.