A writer reports on the universe. When he presents his credentials, the gates of heaven and hell are equally opened to him. He can hear the devil’s defense and god’s accusations. The guards at the king’s heart let him in. The writer can be anything and any one he wants. When he writes he is a god, he creates.
Sherman Reilly Duffy of the pre-World War I CHICAGO DAILY JOURNAL once told a cub reporter, 'Socially, a journalist fits in somewhere between a whore and a bartender. But spiritually he stands beside Galileo. He knows the world is round.' Well, socially I fit in just fine between the whore and the bartender. Both are close friends. And I knew the world was round. Yet, as time went by I found myself confronted with the ugly suspicion that the world was, after all, flat and that there were things dark and terrible waiting just over the edge to reach out and snatch life from the unlucky, unwary wanderer.
I remember a Humphrey Bogart movie where he was a reporter, so I wanted to be a reporter, and then he was a parachutist, and I wanted to be a parachutist.
I was a reporter for Gannett and the 'N.Y. Daily News' covering Gov. Mario Cuomo's dance with presidential races in both 1988 and 1991.
I was a dogged reporter.
I was a finalist for the Pulitzer as a reporter.
But I'm a humorist. I'm not a reporter, I never pretended to be a reporter.
I met Bill Clinton in 1977 while I was working as a news reporter for KARK-TV in Little Rock, Arkansas. Shortly after we met, we began a sexual relationship that lasted for twelve years.
I'm not a daily reporter. I'm not a newspaper reporter, I'm not a political reporter.
I used to be a print reporter.
Only al-Jazeera is allowed to report from Zimbabwe, but it is unwatchable. Their Zimbabwean reporter Supa Mandiwanzira was one of Zanu-PF's praise-singers at the reviled Zimbabwe Broadcasting Corporation.