Once in a while you have to bite the hand that reads you.

Having a baby is like falling in love again, both with your husband and your child.

Powerful women always interpret hostility as unrequited love.

TV journalism is a much more collaborative, horizontal business than print reporting. It has to be, because of the logistics. Anchors are wholly dependent on producers to do all the hustling

The cloud that descended on Black Rock on Monday was not for the past but the future. How much will this debacle chill the pursuit of other risky investigations?

Manners are the ability to put someone else at their ease...by turning any answer into another question.

What's interesting about the Taliban, is they're more afraid of educating girls than they are of drones. One educated girl is more scary to the Taliban than a drone.

Admitting weakness seems to be such a severe psychic threat for Bush that when he makes a mistake it's safer just to reinforce it. The strategy creates a perverse system of rewards and punishments

To win respect, the networks seem to feel they have to keep absurdly overstating their anchors' reporting cred

In the end, Dan Rather's legend skewered him, CBS and the craft of journalism.

I'm trying to be entertaining without being mean

Men are all the same. Novelty amongst themselves displeases and upsets them – but if the novelty is wearing a skirt, they go crazy f

It's not being in the past, but accepting who we were and being who we are.

Success is not for everyone, but if everyone had a phobia of failure, success was going to be a common thing.

Directors, like actors, get typecast. And because I've had great success with comedy and horror and TV shows, that's basically what I'm kind of offered.

Married people should be best friends; no relationship on earth needs friendship as much as marriage

When things get too chaotic, I need to roam.

Don’t try and make me feel better, Alex. I hate you.” “I hate you, too.

A close-up on screen can say all a song can.

Know what you want - and get it

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.