Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
My dad taught me that language was a powerful tool.
Satisfaction isn't a state that comes easily to me.
Serious loss brings you into one of the world's silent fraternities.
There are books that change the way you feel and see; this is one of them.
There's one thing I know for sure: When I'm most opinionated, my writing sucks.
What one reads in the newspaper and what one sees on the street are absolutely not the same.
I like to say, 'You get as much story as you can take.' But you have to effectively render it.
The best comics enlist you to take accountability for who you are, whether you like it or not.
Illness transforms the things you most fear into the things you crave and would hold onto if you could.
A big part of reporting is just being present. You have to show up ten days in a row to get the one telling detail.
Adrian Leon LeBlanc, my dad and my namesake, his keen joy in observing people and the world is the reason I became a journalist.
It shouldn't be a matter of who deserves help or not, but of whether we want to be a country that allows its neediest to continue to need. Condemnation of individuals and their choices mutes all these other really important logistical questions about funding and budget and politics.
It's hard for me to understand how poverty can be invisible to so many people, since I see it everywhere. Readers sometimes think this world is so different; on the one hand, they feel connected to the people I'm writing about, and on the other hand, they're saying their lives are a world away.
As a reader, when the writer gets sentimental, you drift, because there's something fishy going on there. You recognize a moment that's largely about the writer and the writer's own need to believe in something that might not in fact exist. As a reader, you think, 'Where did the story go? Where did the person I'm reading about go?'
My earnestness at the injustices I witnessed when I was writing 'Random Family' may have been my gravest reportorial offense during the early years of reporting. When I discuss the book with students, they often ask me how I could 'stand by' in the face of so much suffering; the egregiousness wasn't my powerlessness but my surprise.
Kate Boo's reporting is a form of kinship. Abdul and Manju and Kalu of Annawadi will not be forgotten. She leads us through their unknown world, her gift of language rising up like a delicate string of necessary lights. There are books that change the way you feel and see; this is one of them. If we receive the fiery spirit from which it was written, it ought to change much more than that.