Harrison Evans Salisbury (November 14, 1908 – July 5, 1993), was an American journalist and the first regular New York Times correspondent in Moscow after World War II.[1] (wikipedia)
My favorite word is 'pumpkin.' You can't take it seriously. But you can't ignore it, either. It takes ahold of your head and that's it. You are a pumpkin. Or you are not. I am.
Life within the Kremlin was shrouded in impenetrable secrecy.
I got a cable from New York saying that what I'd written about the growth of Soviet agricultural production didn't make sense because the same levels were reached under the czars. I wanted to confirm it, but by then the censors were on to me.
Journalism students need to understand it and need a solid background in the liberal arts, in sociology, economics, literature and language, because they won't get it later on.
I think that it is a great achievement to put a person on the moon. But to put a person on the earth-that is even more.
By the way, I understand that now you can have the Times delivered to your door here in the Twin Cities.
The newspaper is a marvelous medium. It is extraordinarily convenient and cheap. Let's see. This one cost 75 cents. Now that's a little high. I bought it when I was downtown this morning.
I wouldn't write any kind of book without a contract and an advance. You can't invest that amount of time and effort without one.
What is in one's life stays there to the end of one's life.
The Russians have an excellent system of higher education. They maintain very high standards. The system is highly structured and competitive.