183 Quotes About Newspapers

We went into Bennie`s, where Ratso bought all three newspapers: the Post, which I always read and Ratso hated, The New York Times, which Ratso loved and I didn't believe in, and the Daily News, which we both read to see if the Russians were attacking the Alamo yet.

Först med tidningarna fick man perspektivet på händelsen. Det var som om man i staden inte kunde fatta något, förrän man läst om det i tidningarna. Först med tidningen framför sig förstod man, vad man varit med om." (Sid. 158)

I have always taken great comfort in newspapers. No matter how horrid an event, there is something in seeing it described in black and white that makes it somehow bearable.

She wasn’t going to succeed in newspapers if she didn’t ask the big questions when she could.

...to pick up an old-fashioned newspaper, ink barely dry, staining my fingers in that beautiful hue of grey that is messy and decadent at the same time. I lick to get to the Food section and the Arts and Entertainment section, my greedy little fingers wrapped around both the awkward pages of the dying art and my coffee mug as I curl into what I deem relaxation.

I stopped for a few seconds by the newspaper stand wondering whether to buy the two evening papers here, the two biggest publications. Reading them was like emptying a bag of trash over your head. Now and then I did buy them, when it felt as though a bit more trash up there wouldn't make any difference.

The problem with newspapers is that most of them give a summary of things you’ve read online the day before.

I never read the paper myself. Why bother? It's the same old shit day in and day out, dictators beating the ching-chong out of people weaker than they are, men in uniforms beating the ching-chong out of soccer balls or footballs, politicians kissing babies and kissing ass.

A few months ago, I was sitting morosely at my desk, wondering why I had ever agreed to review Barbara Bush: A Memoir for an English newspaper. The experience was proving to be a degradation of the act of reading. Imagine, if you will, being strapped into a chair and made to listen to Liberace playing the piano for hour upon hour. Or imagine being fed chocolate dinner mints, like a hapless goose, until you are on the verge of explosion. Such was my lot.