I worked half my life to be an overnight success, and still it took me by surprise.

Shootouts are not gunfights of honor, they're gang wars and racial riots.

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?

Our free enterprise system of disseminating information is collectively referred to as The Media. But there is no collective.

News reporting is a cycle: No matter how much you work at sending a message, it's only successful if it's received.

Although I was entirely relaxed on camera, if I had to stand up and say something to an assembled group of people, I was rendered all but inarticulate.

The single life is not one I willingly chose for myself.