Jim Bishop
A newspaper is lumber made malleable. It is ink made into words and pictures. It is conceived, born, grows up and dies of old age in a day.
Jim Bishop
Archaeology is the peeping Tom of the sciences. It is the sandbox of men who care not where they are going; they merely want to know where everyone else has been.
Jim Bishop
At 19, everything is possible and tomorrow looks friendly.
Jim Bishop
Books, I found, had the power to make time stand still, retreat or fly into the future.
Jim Bishop
Gimme: an agreement between two losers who can't putt.
Jim Bishop
Golf is played by twenty million mature American men whose wives think they are out having fun.
Jim Bishop
It is difficult to live in the present, ridiculous to live in the future and impossible to live in the past. Nothing is as far away as one minute ago.
Jim Bishop
It is impossible to read for pleasure from something to which you are both father and mother, born in such travail that the writer despises the thing that enslaved him.
Jim Bishop
Nobody understands anyone 18, including those who are 18.
Jim Bishop
Scoops of mint ice cream with chips of chocolate cows.
Jim Bishop
The future is an opaque mirror. Anyone who tries to look into it sees nothing but the dim outlines of an old and worried face.
Jim Bishop
The reporter is the daily prisoner of clocked facts. On all working days, he is expected to do his best in one swift swipe at each story.
Jim Bishop
Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla.
Jim Bishop
When you read about a car crash in which two or three youngsters are killed, do you pause to dwell on the amount of love and treasure and patience parents poured into bodies no longer suitable for open caskets?
Jim Bishop
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