I sleep in the nude but I pull the sheets up.
If everybody would just stop talking, my job would be a lot easier.
It's good practice to be silly. It's good for you.
I'm not fighting. I just telling you what's right.
A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.
Your task? To work with all the passion of your being to acquire an inner light.
Where God is at the center of things, worship inevitably follows. Where there is no spirit of worship, there God has been dethroned and displaced.
The byline is a replacement for many other things, not the least of them money. If someone ever does a great psychological profile of journalism as a profession, what will be apparent will be the need for gratification—if not instant, then certainly relatively immediate. Reporters take sustenance from their bylines; they are a reflection of who you are, what you do, and why, to an uncommon degree, you exist. . . . A journalist always wonders: If my byline disappears, have I disappeared as well?