I can't tell you exactly how I found it. It was just a process of writing a lot of stories and reading a lot of stories that I admired and just working and working until the sentences sounded right and I was satisfied with them.
I'm an expert on the NewsHour and it isn't how I practice journalism. I am not involved in the story. I serve only as a reporter or someone asking questions. I am not the story.
Ordell Robbie: Jackie can tell me any story that comes into her pretty little head, just so long as at the end of that story she hands me my motherfucking money.
I used to write stories a lot because you had to fill your hours some other way than watching television. So my imagination was vivid, and I used to write a lot of stories. I wrote a novel, which I still have, which is so awful.
I had an idea in the beginning to do a book about some of the events that I had covered, just various stories that I've covered. Reporters spend a lot of time telling each other tales about how they covered stories, and that's what this book started ...
I usually do at least a dozen drafts and progressively make more-conscious decisions. Because I've always believed stories are closer to poems than novels, I spend a lot of time on the story's larger rhythms, such as sentence and paragraph length, pl...
When you're telling stories, you are actually trying to illuminate some portion of the truth in an artful way. The story may immediately seem to be a lie, but it's like an impressionistic painting - you see the light and the color better than you wou...
[Levy suggested that writers could be eliminated and any old news story could provide a movie story idea] Bonnie Sherow: "Further Bond Losses Push Dow Down 7.15." I see Connery as Bond.
Bo Peep: This is for Woody, when you find him. [She gives Buzz a long kiss] Buzz Lightyear: [cough] Um, okay, but it won't be the same coming from me.
Al McWiggin: To overnight, 6 packages to Japan is how much? What? That's in yen, right? DOLLARS?'! Oh, you are deliberately takin' advantage of people in a hurry! You know that?'!
Slinky Dog: We've been down this aisle already. Mr. Potato Head: We haven't been down this aisle, it's pink. Slinky Dog: Face it, we're lost.
Buzz Lightyear: Woody once risked his life to save mine, and I couldn't call myself his friend if I wasn't willing to do the same. Now who's with me?
Slinky Dog: [the toys are climbing up an elevator shaft. Some coins fall out of Hamm's stomach opening and hit Slinky in the face] Pork bellies are falling.
[Woody, Buzz, Jessie, and Bullseye are celebrating their escape when another plane comes in only a few inches over them] Woody: Let's... go home.
[first lines] Buzz Lightyear: [landing on Zurg's planet] Buzz Lightyear to mission log: All signs point to this planet as location of Zurg's fortress, but there seems to be no signs of intelligent life anywhere...
Woody's Roundup Announcer: Will Woody and Bullseye land to safety? Can they reach Jessie and Stinky Pete in time? Tune in next week for the exciting conclusion: "Woody's Finest Hour"!
Jessie: Buzz! We're your friends! Buzz Lightyear: Spare me your lies, temptress! Your emperor's defeated, and I'm immune to your bewitching good looks.
Jessie: Buzz, you're back! Buzz Lightyear: [confused] Uh, yes, yes I am. Where did I go? Woody: Beyond infinity, Space Ranger.
Woody: Day care is a sad lonely old place for toys who don't have a home. Barbie: ...WAAAAGH! Hamm the Piggy Bank: Quite the charmer, ain'tya?
Hamm the Piggy Bank: Hey, where's that fur-ball Lotso? Slinky Dog: Yeah, I'd like to loosen his stitching. Woody: Forget it, guys. He's not worth it.
Chunk: [up in the vending machine with the other toys, referring to Buzz] He ain't the sharpest knife in the... place where... they keep the knives... Sparks: Neither are you, Chunk! [everyone laughs]
