It's absolutely fine to think of new ways of doing things, and I'm not just asking for the traditional reporter to look into our living rooms night after night.

I honestly believe that TV generally is obsessed with the ratings battle to the point of cutting its own throat.

I was disappointed not to be able to interview Mr. Clinton. I met him two years ago. I was looking forward to talking with him about issues from Africa to terrorism.

Over the last two years, I have been able to comb through The Prince's archives. I have been free to read his journals, diaries and many thousands of the letters.

I'm not certain that the BBC can claim to be making a wide enough range of distinctive programmes to make the case convincingly.

The BBC has the obligation to think big. And at the moment, that clarion call sounds an uncertain note to me.

I had no expectation that the Prince would offer me the unprecedented and unfettered access to the original and entirely untapped sources on which this biography is based.

I hate flying. My stomach churns at the mere thought of it.

I adore Madonna. She reinvents herself like no one else.

Programme names have been changed, and we have Andrew Neil saying he won't be using long words.

I ought to rejoice in the fact that our principal rival has died, but I don't.

For a couple of days he was nice and I was on cloud number 9, damn they don’t teach how to come down from there instead leave us to gravity.

Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it.

Eulogies never talk about what was on your resume. Be remembered for how you made people feel and your passions

Columbus's doom-burdened caravels Slant to the shore, and all their seamen land.

Why independence? If the slaves of today will be the tyrants of tomorrow.

Naturally, when one makes progressive steps, there may be some who see it as a betrayal of their goals and interests.

God delights to see His people rejoice in what He has provided.

Eating properly is great. I mean you cut the fat down, cut the cholesterol out, but still you got to get your rest and you got to have some form of exercise.

I once buggered a man unconscious. I'm lying, he was already unconscious when I found him

Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair. And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice