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

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.

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

I made friends with a lot of those who could have criticized me in print and who didn't, who praised me instead.

I can't say that I've changed anybody's life, ever, and that's the real work of the world, if you want a better society.

I would like to explore some side roads in life while I am still in good health and good spirits.

For a while there, I was a stringer. The expression comes from the old habit of stringing together the column inches that you had written. They'd measure it and pay you 10 cents an inch for your printed copy.