As with the onset of sudden celebrity, for the newly rich, the world often becomes a darker, narrower, less generous place; a paradox that elicits scant sympathy, but is nonetheless true.
When I was young, I wanted to be the greatest blues singer of all time. I wrecked my education and left home for it.
The beginnings of a forest is one of the ugliest things on the planet. It's bleak and your neighbours hate you.
People who get trapped in the tunnel vision of making money think that is all there is to life.
It's a long, slow sunset for ink-on-paper magazines, but sunsets can produce vast sums of money.
The age of celebrity editors and monstrous staffing are over.