I understand the concept of optimism. But I think with me what you get is a lack of cynicism.

My work is really a blast. When it stops being a blast, then it ain't no fun no more!

There's such an advantage to being involved in the day-to-day details of each other's lives. It's a marvelous fabric to exist in.

If I stopped having passion, I'd be done.

But the battles against loneliness that I fought when I was 16 are very different from those I fought when I was 27, and those are very different from the ones I fight at 44.

The most accurate representation of how I feel is that I'm incredibly lucky to be working in this structure where people get paid millions to read the news on TV. And, yes, it is insane. And there is nothing I can say beyond acknowledging my immense good fortune, and being aware that I'm blessed, and aware that it isn't going to last forever.

My son is a gentleman and a professional who is pursuing something difficult. Yet the only thing he has ever asked me for is advice - never favors. He has just said, "What do you think I should do, Dad?" It's extraordinary to me that my son would listen to and have faith in whatever wisdom I can offer.