It is my belief that one's salary is between an individual and the IRS.

In interviews I gave early on in my career, I was quoted as saying it was possible to have it all: a dynamic job, marriage, and children. In some respects, I was a social adolescent.

Every time I am in danger of believing the glamour of my own press, some incident inevitably brings me back to earth.

In real life, events seem much less dramatic.

What is the value of sticking a microphone in a man's face right after he has learned of his wife's death?

Being a novelty had its advantages.

I don't exactly know what it means to be ready. A cake when the oven timer goes off? Am I fully baked, or only half-baked?