Nobody understands anyone 18, including those who are 18.
About Jim Bishop
James Alonzo Bishopwas an American journalist and author who wrote the bestselling book The Day Lincoln Was Shot.
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It is impossible to read for pleasure from something to which you are both father and mother, born in such travail that the writer despises the thing that enslaved him.
American journalist and author (1907-1987)
The reporter is the daily prisoner of clocked facts. On all working days, he is expected to do his best in one swift swipe at each story.
American journalist and author (1907-1987)
At 19, everything is possible and tomorrow looks friendly.
American journalist and author (1907-1987)
Gimme: an agreement between two losers who can’t putt.
American journalist and author (1907-1987)
A good writer is not, per se, a good book critic. No more so than a good drunk is automatically a good bartender.
American journalist and author (1907-1987)
Archaeology is the peeping Tom of the sciences. It is the sandbox of men who care not where they are going; they merely want to know where everyone else has been.
American journalist and author (1907-1987)
Scoops of mint ice cream with chips of chocolate cows.
American journalist and author (1907-1987)
The future is an opaque mirror. Anyone who tries to look into it sees nothing but the dim outlines of an old and worried face.
American journalist and author (1907-1987)
Golf is played by twenty million mature American men whose wives think they are out having fun.
American journalist and author (1907-1987)
It is difficult to live in the present, ridiculous to live in the future and impossible to live in the past. Nothing is as far away as one minute ago.
American journalist and author (1907-1987)
Books, I found, had the power to make time stand still, retreat or fly into the future.
American journalist and author (1907-1987)
Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla.
American journalist and author (1907-1987)
A newspaper is lumber made malleable. It is ink made into words and pictures. It is conceived, born, grows up and dies of old age in a day.
American journalist and author (1907-1987)
Nobody understands anyone 18, including those who are 18.
American journalist and author (1907-1987)
When you read about a car crash in which two or three youngsters are killed, do you pause to dwell on the amount of love and treasure and patience parents poured into bodies no longer suitable for open caskets?
American journalist and author (1907-1987)