The First Rule Of My Speaking Is:

My Father Died When I Was Nine And A Half. We Were On Relief For Two Years. They Call It Welfare Now, But It Was Relief Then... I Never Forgot The Generosity Of New York.

I Worked On The United Parcel Service Truck, I Sold Home Delivery Of Milk. But Always, In The Back Of My Mind, I Wanted To Get Into Radio.

We Met In An Airport In Las Vegas, Harrison Ford And I, And He Said, "i Just Finished A Movie Called 42. I Play Branch Rickey. There's This Kid In It Playing Jackie Robinson. I Think It's A Pretty Good Movie."

Let's Not Become So Worried About Not Offending Anybody That We Lose The Ability To Distinguish Between Respect And Paranoia.

Nobody Beats A Bunch Of Journalists For Inflating Their Rather Mundane Straightforward Chores With A Lot More Melodrama And Self-importance Than The Job Should Be Asked To Contain.