A tough lesson in life that one has to learn is that not everybody wishes you well.
Americans will put up with anything provided it doesn't block traffic.
An intellectual snob is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture and not think of The Lone Ranger.
And now the sequence of events in no particular order.
Are the Democrats going to dance the mandate Macarena?
Be careful. Journalism is more addictive than crack cocaine. Your life can get out of balance.
Courage is being afraid but going on anyhow.
Despite what many Americans think, most Soviets do not yearn for capitalism or Western-style democracy.
Don't taunt the alligator until after you've crossed the creek.
Fear rules almost every newsroom in the country.
For years Don Imus was just - boy, he was merciless in his criticism of me. Maybe it was justified, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.
I don't back down. I don't cave when the pressure gets too great from these partisan political ideological forces.
I got addicted. News, particularly daily news, is more addictive than crack cocaine, more addictive than heroin, more addictive than cigarettes.
I had someone at the Houston police station shoot me with heroin so I could do a story about it. The experience was a special kind of hell. I came out understanding full well how one could be addicted to 'smack,' and quickly.
I'm proud to say I've never been anybody's lapdog.
I've always tried to be fair, even-handed, not an advocate for any group.
I've tried everything. I can say to you with confidence, I know a fair amount about LSD. I've never been a social user of any of these things, but my curiosity has carried me into a lot of interesting areas.
If all difficulties were known at the outset of a long journey, most of us would never start out at all.
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Journalists should denounce government by public opinion polls.
Never eat spinach just before going on the air.
Once the herd starts moving in one direction, it's very hard to turn it, even slightly.
Only votes talk, everything else walks.
Performing doesn't turn me on. It's an egomaniac business, filled with prima donnas - including this one.
The dream begins with a teacher who believes in you, who tugs and pushes and leads you to the next plateau, sometimes poking you with a sharp stick called "truth".
They may have turned this up, whether you had the Paula Jones case or not. But again maybe not, but again that's like if a frog had side pockets he'd probably wear a handgun.
They say California's the big burrito; Texas is a big taco right now. We want to follow that through. Florida is a big tamale.
This race between Dick Swett and Bob Smith is hot and tight as a too-small bathing suit on a too-long car ride back from the beach.
This race is hotter than a Times Square Rolex.
Those market researchers... are playing games with you and me and with this entire country. Their so-called samples of opinion are no more accurate or reliable than my grandmother's big toe was when it came to predicting the weather.
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To err is human but to really foul up requires a computer.
We may see Michael Jackson's baby before we know the final outcome of this race for the House of Representatives tonight.
What I say or do here won't matter much, nor should it.
He has gotton into a bit of trouble. While anchoring the CBS Evening News he claimed papers that he obtained records of George W. Bush's shaky service in the Army including but not limited to several AWOL's. Later the records were confirmed false and he apoligised on television.
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