I used to think that driving, sleepless, ambitious labor was what you needed to succeed.

...Pomeranians speak only to Poodles and Poodles speak only to God.

Now that I look back on it, having retired from being a reporter, it was kind of romantic. It was a wonderful way to live one's life, just as I imagined it would be when I was 6 or 7.

There are a lot of people who are doing wonderful things, quietly, with no motive of greed, or hostility toward other people, or delusions of superiority.

In television, everything is gone with the speed of light, literally. It is no field for anybody with intimations of immortality.

I think all those people I did stories about measured their own success by the joy their work was giving them.

You can't travel the back roads very long without discovering a multitude of gentle people doing good for others with no expectation of gain or recognition. The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines. Some people out there spend their whole lives selflessly.