It's hard to say what role race really played in my case.

I am making amends and seeking forgiveness. My only hope is that some good can come out of my situation.

When we report stories, we don't just want to talk to people who did the right thing. We want to talk to people who did the wrong thing.

If they're all so brilliant and I'm such an affirmative-action hire, how come they didn't catch me?

I believe my own demons would have caught up with me regardless of my race and regardless of whether I worked at 'The Times.

I don't know how one would define an affirmative-action hire. I ultimately do not know what role race played in my hiring.

I used to walk around saying that I'm just another black man without a college degree.

I think people can learn from my experience - you know, any young people who are under pressure, whether you work on Wall Street or you work in a factory in Alabama, and young journalists.

I seek to be authentic and engaging, using my own experiences, being as vulnerable as I ask my clients to be, to enhance the process.

I fooled some of the most brilliant people in journalism.

Once I had a better beat, I needed to have an even better one. And somewhere in that climbing, I lost sight of, sort of, my moral and ethical underpinnings.

There was a young lady named Bright, Whose speed was far faster than light; She set out one day In a relative way, And returned on the previous night.

Jesus, what made You so small? LOVE!

What keeps me going? I guess it's just a desire to keep trying to contribute and do things in life.

Childhood, who like an April morn appears, Sunshine and rain, hopes clouded o'er with fears.

My grandmother told stories; she was very good at that.

Just saw a t-shirt at the gym said, body by torture. That's a lot less ironic if you're a political prisoner in the Middle East.

In every society, the artists will be the ones who set themselves up as contrary to whatever the society expects.

I'm a secret interior decorator. There's a mural on my dining room wall of the railroad tracks at 30th Street Station in Philadelphia. I love having my hometown with me out here in California.

Jesus Christ didnt commit the gospel to an advertising agency; He commissioned disciples. And He didnt command them to put up signs and pass out tracts; He said that they would be His witnesses.

Reasons are for peasants.