The rich are not a contented tribe. The demands from others to share their wealth become so tiresome, so insistent, they often decide they must insulate themselves. Insulation eventually breeds a mild form of paranoia.
When I was young, I wanted to be the greatest blues singer of all time. I wrecked my education and left home for it.
The beginnings of a forest is one of the ugliest things on the planet. It's bleak and your neighbours hate you.
People who get trapped in the tunnel vision of making money think that is all there is to life.
It's a long, slow sunset for ink-on-paper magazines, but sunsets can produce vast sums of money.
The age of celebrity editors and monstrous staffing are over.
