It (broadcast journalism) is a brutal arena where the knives are sharp and the toughest Kevlar vest in the world will not protect you forever.

Tide goes in, tide goes out. Never a miscommunication. You can't explain that. You can't explain why the tide goes in.

There is a point where political correctness becomes an acid that erodes freedom.

We live in an age where truth really doesn't matter anymore.

Yeah, I'm obnoxious, yeah, I cut people off, yeah, I'm rude. You know why? Because you're busy.

And guys, if you exploit a girl, it will come back to get you. That's called 'karma.'

Get punctual, bring energy and creativity to your work, and stay with a project until it's completed (and then double-check the results). These habits will make you indispensable.

We are all born with a grab bag of gifts and gaps. Identify your true talents, then find out how to use them to make money.

I don't care about the Constitution! The Constitution isn't here; you're here. Don't be a pinhead.

The more laws that governments pass, the less individual freedom there is. Any student of history will tell you that. Totalitarian countries ban pretty much everything.

Your mom was right when she told you never to discuss politics and religion because emotions run so high in those arenas. Especially religion.

To believe that what has not occurred in history will not occur at all, is to argue disbelief in the dignity of man.

I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.

It took years of wear and tear before idealism crumbled like so much bric-a-brac.

It is a common observation, that the more solicitous any people are about dress, the more effeminate they are.

Can we call a moratorium on the use of the term 'ladyparts'? Grazia!

By any means necessary.

I believe in the power of you and I

But make no mistake: the weeds will win: nature bats last.

I became a good pitcher when I stopped trying to make them miss the ball and started trying to make them hit it.

In a life where waking hours are draped in the costume of horrid nightmare, where reality has suddenly become questionable, it's easy to be scared by dreams.