I happen to think that American politics is one of the noblest arts of mankind; and I cannot do anything else but write about it.

With electricity we were wired into a new world, for electricity brought the radio, a "crystal set" and with enough ingenuity, one could tickle the crystal with a cat's whisker and pick up anything.

I saw Chungking for the first time more than 40 years ago - a city of hills and mists, of grays and lavenders, two rivers shaping it to a point and the cliff rising above me like a challenge.

With the end of the nominating process, American politics leaves logic behind.

The gusto of one, the indignation of the other; the challenge of the one party, the response of the other; the eloquence and the comedy, the passion and the issues were ours-no other country can provide them.

It is almost nicer being a godfather than a father, like having white mice but making your nanny feed them for you.

There are two kinds of editors, those who correct your copy and those who say it's wonderful.