There is a compulsion that is perhaps the heart of life's meanings, this marvelous mystery of blood ties that brings joy whenever a new family member comes on the scene.

The profession of journalism ought to be about telling people what they need to know - not what they want to know.

If that is what makes us liberals, so be it, just as long as in reporting the news we adhere to the first ideals of good journalism - that news reports must be fair, accurate and unbiased.

Freedom of the press is not just important to democracy, it is democracy.

The ethic of the journalist is to recognize one's prejudices, biases, and avoid getting them into print.

America's health care system is neither healthy, caring, nor a system.

There is no such thing as a little freedom. Either you are all free, or you are not free.

In seeking truth you have to get both sides of a story.

Our job is only to hold up the mirror - to tell and show the public what has happened.

We are on the precipice of being so ignorant that our democracy is threatened.

Success is more permanent when you achieve it without destroying your principles.

A being with no faith in the human self is a being with no spirit of life, regardless of how many Fathers or Holy Spirits or Sons it believes in.

I turn off the radio, listen to the quiet. Which has its own, rich sound. Which I knew, but had forgotten. And it is good to remember.

There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

The genres change but all of my stories feature ordinary people thrown into frightening, life-altering situations.

of the world and drudgery of business , seeks a pretense of reason to give itself a full and uncontrolled indulgence.

Is a woman raped every three minutes or every six minutes? It is far too much, whatever it is.

I've come to the conclusion that the average person can do about four things a day, like four real things a day.

Men are self-confident because they grow up identifying with super-heroes. Women have bad self-images because they grow up identifying with Barbie.

I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.

Seventy-five percent of MS sufferers are women