One thing I have learned is, if people tell you they had a "frank" discussion with someone, it is usually code for a yelling match with clenched fists.

You make your own luck. Luck is the residue of design.

I worked on the United Parcel Service truck, I sold home delivery of milk. But always, in the back of my mind, I wanted to get into radio.

There is still nothing in life as constant and as changing at the same time as an afternoon at a ballpark.

It's joyful to give. But for people who want to take advantage of you, you're kind of an easy mark.

Let's not become so worried about not offending anybody that we lose the ability to distinguish between respect and paranoia.

I was always telling everyone, I want to be a broadcaster. They'd say, What, are you crazy? What, you're going to be Arthur Godfrey?