A commander or an officer sees a camera and becomes a diplomat, calculating every rubber bullet, every step. It’s intolerable, we’re left utterly exposed. The cameras are our kryptonite.
An Israeli soldier serving in the West Bank
Rico Grimm
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A commander or an officer sees a camera and becomes a diplomat, calculating every rubber bullet, every step. It’s intolerable, we’re left utterly exposed. The cameras are our kryptonite.
An Israeli soldier serving in the West Bank
Much writing today strikes me as deprecating, destructive, and angry. There are good reasons for anger, and I have nothing against anger. But I think some writers have lost their sense of proportion, their sense of humor, and their sense of appreciation. I am often mad, but I would hate to be nothing but mad: and I think I would lose what little value I may have as a writer if I were to refuse, as a matter of principle, to accept the warming rays of the sun, and to report them, whenever, and if ever, they happen to strike me.
E. B. White
G-Dawg splashes tax cuts like P Diddy with champagne but the banks miss out on the bling.
Headline in Financial Times
News is something someone somewhere doesn’t want printed. Everything else is advertising.
Lord Northcliffe