If you're famous enough, the rules don't apply.

The minute you settle for less than you deserve, you get even less than you settled for.

[On journalists:] We are a noisy, imperfect lot, struggling to scribble what has been called the first draft of history.

Journalism, spooked by rumors of its own obsolescence, has stopped believing in itself. Groans of doom alternate with panicked happy talk.

The sounds of silence are a dim recollection now, like mystery, privacy and paying attention to one thing — or one person — at a time.

Wooing the press is an exercise roughly akin to picnicking with a tiger. You might enjoy the meal, but the tiger always eats last.

Celebrity distorts democracy by giving the rich, beautiful, and famous more authority than they deserve.

When I need to work up my nerve to write a tough column, I try to think of myself as Emma Peel in a black leather catsuit.

A friendship between reporter and source lasts only until it is profitable for one to betray the other.

Celebrity is the religion of our time.

Don't write anything down, but save everything that anyone else writes down.

Some people were just getting on with their lives, chatting, being young. It simply wouldn't do.

What is it that you want to do, or put out into this world that is greater than your fear?

A man with no imagination can never inspire others.

Color is a power which directly influences the soul.

Hillary Clinton hates Julian Assange, she is just an adversary of internet freedom.

I had given up my seat before, but this day, I was especially tired. Tired from my work as a seamstress, and tired from the ache in my heart.

I suppose is very cathartic to do a show to the masses and you get to make magic in a manner that you can't do in regular life, but I suppose that self esteem effect is one of the most powerful.

Fear bespeaks of wisdom. Recognition of responsibility.

Those of us who have been privileged to receive education, skills, and experiences and even power must be role models for the next generation of leadership.

The moon was a sharply defined crescent and the sky was perfectly clear. The stars shone with such fierce, contained brilliance that it seemed absurd to call the night dark.