My rapier-like wit perhaps dulled by the trauma of COVID—or more like it, my glibness made less sufferable by the heaviness of this year—I haven’t published anything under the “Quotable Murr” category in many months.

And then, the other day, I watched myself type an email to my colleagues, asking them to weigh in on a piece of prose before concluding: “Speak now, or forever hold your tweaks!”

And I thought by God, I’ve still got it.

"I'm a writer because a blank page scares me less than an empty spreadsheet." —The Murr

"Sometimes I feel I've said all there is for me to say. So I sit back and wait for someone to set me straight. Usually in vain! And then what am I supposed to do?"