Like Nietzsche, I believe that without music, life would be a mistake. Nothing but silence says it better.

Dreck is dreck and no amount of fancy polish is going to make it anything else.

Just because it's a rat race doesn't mean it's okay to be a rat.

Some of my colleagues want to be The Anchorman on the Mount. Others see themselves as the Ace Reporter. Because of 60 Minutes, there's a whole herd of them determined to be The Grand Inquisitor and a heady number want only to be The Friendliest Anchor on the Block. At least one wants to be Jesus.

I was raised by and have raised people who regard telling one story when two would do as a sign someone is not really trying.

'These boat people,' says the government of Hong Kong, 'they all want to go to America.' Well, I swear I don't know why, do you? I mean, take Vietnam. Why would any Vietnamese come to America after what American did to Vietnam? Don't they remember My Lai, napalm, Sylvester Stallone?

How is it that so often . . . I get the feeling I've worked hard to learn something I already know, or knew, once.