If there are bleachers in heaven and a warm sun, that's where you'll find Bill Veeck.

I didn't have the ambition to be a broadcaster. I was going to be a newspaper reporter the rest of my life, but that opportunity came along.

I started out thinking of America as highways and state lines. As I got to know it better, I began to think of it as rivers.

What you need for breakfast, they say in East Tennessee, is a jug of good corn liquor, a thick steak and a hound dog. Then you feed the steak to the dog.

My mother, at least twice, cancelled our family's subscription to the newspaper I was working on, because she was so mad about its treatment of my father.

I'm not knocking the wholesale grocery business or any other, but there is a kind of romance in journalism which some people, the lucky ones, feel inside them all their lives.

I had a tight stomach all the time. I actually developed ulcers. I've learned better than to put all that internal pressure on myself.