“I really shouldn’t have to write this article myself. I mean, why am I the one stuck in front of a computer terminal? All this tedious pecking out of words on my laptop. Nouns, verbs, adjectives, prepositions. Jesus. What a pain in my ass. Can’t someone else do it?”
“Like most American males, my single most cherished fantasy has long been to spend an entire day in the shoes, in the skin, nay, in the psyche of Mickey Rourke.”
“She Has Herself Arrested to Gain Entrance to a Station-House. Just What Happens to a Girl After The Police Seize Her”
Coleman dressed as a male and reported on her experience living in London’s East End.
Nellie to her editor: “I want to go around in eighty days or less. I think I can beat Phileas Fogg’s record. May I try it?”
“He sprayed both nostrils with a mixture of cocaine and disinfectant. As it reached my throat, it burned and burned.”
“Could I assume the characteristics of insanity to such a degree that I could pass the doctors, live for a week among the insane without the authorities there finding out that I was only a ‘chiel amang ’em takin’ notes?’”