I sometimes compare press officers to riflemen on the Somme -- mowing down wave upon wave of distortion, taking out rank upon rank of supposition, deduction and gossip.

Blood sport is brought to its ultimate refinement in the gossip columns.

The media ... is like an oil painting. Close up, it looks like nothing on Earth. Stand back and you get the drift.

How can we believe in Christ Jesus, without reading the Holy Bible?

People skills are useless with cats, because cats are immune to training, and do whatever they decide in any situation... And most importantly they aren’t human.

The happiest excitement in life is to be convinced that one is fighting for all one is worth on behalf of some clearly seen and deeply felt good.

Not merely can people like me write things that would never have been printed before but I think an enormously dramatic change has taken place in public opinion, possibly for the wrong reasons.

When the New York Times revealed the warrantless surveillance of voice calls, in December 2005, the telephone companies got nervous.

Who is rich? He that is content. Who is that? Nobody.

Power and courtly influence form an intoxicating draught even when raised to the lips of an ascetic and a saint.

You can't look at the intrinsic value of gold as you can a business. Gold doesn't give you cash flow, and, at the end of the day, cash flow is what is important. Gold doesn't give you dividends.

I have no explanation for complex biological design. All I know is that God isn't a good explanation, so we must wait and hope that somebody comes up with a better one.

I like the punch beggers and panhandlers when they ask me for change. I feel like I am doing my part to clean up the streets.