I have no regrets about launching Salon. For the life of me, I can't imagine doing anything else.

The only school that let me in was U.C. Santa Cruz, which is where I went. They didn't have a journalism program, so I took sociology, which is the closest thing to journalism.

There are not that many new media brands you can say that about nowadays.

Most Sunday magazines, with the New York Times as an exception, are kind of sleepy, weekend service vehicles to move living room products.

I know that doesn't sound very radical and webby of me to say that but I think the New York Times is important. I also think there's an occasional piece that will pop out.

My favorite thing is still journalism. I'm almost 50. This has been my life ever since I was in college.

Most magazines have become wallpaper, they're all the same, all the same celebrities. It's really an abysmal time in American journalism right now. But occasionally one story or two will pop out.

When you're kept by a patron you don't have to duke it out in the media marketplace for dollars and for readers. In some ways that's a blessing because it takes a lot of pressure off you.

After Watergate, which happened when I was in college, I became increasingly inspired by journalism as a way to change the world. It sounds corny, but to wake the public up, to serve a higher cause.

Even more important maybe, or equally more important at least, is they don't have to scrap for a living.

They may be a little more high brow than we are.

All we've got is Now. Life, composed of a billion moments, from our first to our last thoughts.

A pencil is a wand and a weapon. Be careful. Protect yourself. It can be glorious.

Men love to wonder and that is the seed of our science.

I think what it is a condition of human - of love. How important that is and integral that is too everybody even a ghost.

Which ever one of you will want to become a journalist, let him remember to choose his own master: the reader.

I think people have to be more aware of what the repercussions are of their actions.

A man who is intentionally unarmed relies upon the Unseen Force called God by poets, but called the Unknown by scientists.

I grew up watching Lee Trevino, Jack Nicklaus, Arnold Palmer.

Look, I am living. On what? Neither childhood nor future lessens . . . . Superabundant existence wells in my heart.

Steak on the plate went up. Steak on the hoof went down.