The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
That proverbial saying, "Ill news goes quick and far.
And it's true, you hear things in Damascus and, after a few hours, the human double-take stops operating.
Rumor goes forth at once, Rumor than whom No other speedier evil thing exists; She thrives by rapid movement, and acquires Strength as she goes; small at the first from fear, She presently uplifts herself aloft, And stalks upon the ground and hides her head Among the clouds.
Apparently, word of the chicken man incident hadn’t spread quite yet.
The idea of the chickens with the multiple breasts and thighs came from an urban legend that some fast-food places had developed chickens with four thighs. It wasn't true, but it is a suggestive rumor.
Evil news rides post, while good news baits.
The term baits was a traveling term meaning to stop for rest or refreshment, hence to travel slowly.
People, who accused me of practising a monopoly were wrong. The media fuelled rumours about my 'monopoly.' The first question I was always asked during interviews was about my supposed monopoly.
Of all the reports that fly about the world, ill news is the surest of all to arrive!
Bad news travels fast. Good news takes the scenic route.
Once one news organization goes with it, it's tough to keep the lid on [a rumor].
At a distance from the theatre of action, truth is not always related without embellishment, and sometimes is entirely perverted, from a misconception of the causes which produce the effects that are the subjects of censure.
The ball of rumor and criticism, once it starts rolling, is difficult to stop.
Word gets around when the circus comes to town, don't it?
What is said upon a subject is gathered from an hundred people.
A good, finished scandal, fully armed and equipped, such as circulates in the world, is rarely the production of a single individual, or even of a single coterie. It sees the light in one; is rocked and nurtured in another; is petted, developed, and attains its growth in a third; and receives its finishing touches only after passing through a multitude of hands. It is a child that can count a host of fathers--all ready to disown it.
Word on road is the clique about to blow. You ain't gotta run and tell nobody they already know
A rumor is one thing that gets thicker instead of thinner as it is spread.
Rumor ... often is fathered and mothered by false reports.
The nature of rumor is well known to all. It was your own poet who said: 'Rumor, an evil surpassing all evils in speed.'
Thus, sped by currents of curiosity afloat the swift river of rumor do secrets sail to strange ports.
Overly persuasive a woman's ordinance spreads far, traveling fast; but fast dying a rumor voiced by a woman perishes.
If you want to know how far gossip travels, do this - take a feather pillow up on a roof, slice it open, and let the feathers fly away on the wind. Then go and find every single feather and re-stuff the pillow.
There is a reductive nature to the Internet, and it's not limited to comic book news sites and stuff: it's everybody. There is a reductive nature of it, by which anything that's said very quickly gets reduced down to the next. Reduced, reduced, reduced to the point where rumors with some sense of nuance to them just become fact.