We have entered an era vibrating with the din of small voices. Every citizen can be a reporter, can take on the powers that be.

The Internet feeds off the main press, and the main press feeds off the Internet. They're working in tandem.

There will be over 3,500 killed in USA today from abortion. No flags lowered, no presidents crying. No media hyperventilating. Normal day.

The first step in good reporting is good snooping.

Since Democrats vs. Republicans has been obliterated, no real difference between parties.

There's a danger of the Internet just becoming loud, ugly and boring with a thousand voices screaming for attention.

Where are the flamboyant characters?! This is what America desperately needs right now! Flamboyant intellectual characters who can cut different ways. And, that's just what I'm missing.

There won't be editors in the future with the Internet world, with citizen reporting. That doesn't scare me.

I never think too far into the future. I'm too busy thinking about tomorrow's news.

Not everything I do is gossip or bedroom. To the contrary, I think that's just an easy label to dismiss me and to dismiss the new medium.

Because I have success, it doesn't mean I'm part of the mainstream. I'm still an outsider.

Is that not always the case? Given any two people in a relationship, one will always love more, the other less. Right?

Anxiety is fear of one's self.

Never let a fool kiss you, or a kiss fool you.

I don't fit into the bad side of American psychology. The British are much more intelligent and civilized than the Americans.

My work is very much like the restaurant critic's - a number of factors come together to make for a strong review.

My wife and I battle over home decor. My style goes from Gothic to Baroque. Hers is minimalist.

In Boston they have gone from large autonomous high schools to smaller schools within the same building.

If political correctness has achieved one thing, it’s that it has made the Conservative party cloak their inherent racism behind more creative language

I think I must be worried all the time - maybe that is the other side of joy, you know, holding that line of the full range of emotions.

He that dies this year is quit for the next.