It's Not Brain Surgery. It's Not Nuclear

There Is A Gentle Absurdity About Washington, D.c., And It Is Easy To Develop Affection For The Place, If You Can Forget That The Consequences Of What Goes On There Are Real, Whereas What Goes On There May Not Be.

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.

Like Nietzsche, I Believe That Without Music, Life Would Be A Mistake. Nothing But Silence Says It Better.

I Think Laughter May Be A Form Of Courage. As Humans We Sometimes Stand Tall And Look Into The Sun And Laugh, And I Think We Are Never More Brave Than When We Do That.

'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?