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 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.

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.

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.

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.

Power, a paycheck and control do sick things to those who have the illusion of possessing it.

I never even heard her voice."And after a while:"It is a strange grief."Softly:"To die of nostalgia for something you never lived.

My friends think I'm outgoing, but I don't travel as much outside as I do from the inside.

My first day of teaching, I got hit in the head with a bandstand & needed 4 stitches. Welcome to #NYCity teaching in the 90s.

He wanted one night with her when he did not have to be on his guard waiting for the Douglases to discover that she was English and a lass

Don't fear anything for your letters, they are burnt one by one and I hope you do the same with mine.

We derive our vitality from our store of madness.

Bombing teaches you how badly you want to become a comedian. Because unless it's a burning desire, you'll quit when the consistent bombing becomes too much to take.

Hug your friends tight, but your enemies tighter ? hug ?em so tight they can?t wiggle.

Style is instinctive and few achieve it in a notable degree. Its development is not hastened by instruction. It comes or it doesn't. It will take care of itself.