“I didn’t say one negative word about poor people or about middle-class people or anything else. All I said was that the rich deserve our gratitude.”

I don’t believe all rich people are selfless philanthropists.

I have met guys who work the overnight shift at 7-11, selling Slurpees and Camels to insomniacs who have more introspection than a lot of people in the mainstream media.

Look, everybody in journalism has a reputation of sorts.

I admire Rush Limbaugh and Bill O’Reilly a lot because I think they’re standup guys.

I don’t think liberals in the media are really that much different from liberals outside the media.

The big 3 networks don’t like the fact that there’s a Rush Limbaugh out there, they don’t like the fact that there’s a Fox News, they don’t like the fact that there’s a Matt Drudge. They liked it when it was nice, when it was just the three of them. Well, it ain’t that way anymore.

As a matter of fact, you know, Jesus probably would be, except for one or two issues, a liberal Democrat if he were around today.

The evening news is a concept whose time has come and gone.

Journalists love to show their compassion.

A lot of so-called rich, according to this legislation, make $250,000. That’s a lot of money, but it is not rich.

The most meaningless term in the English language is “I take full responsibility.” When a politician utters those words it means absolutely nothing.

Circumstantial evidence is evidence.

You know, I was at CBS News for 28 years. I may have run an unidentified source. Frankly, I don’t remember.

Try to imagine an America without rich people. Rich people contribute a lot to this country.

Bill Maher fancies himself the reincarnation of Lenny Bruce.

I respect the Kennedy family. I respect their service. They do a tremendous amount of good. You don’t blame the children for the sins of the father and all of that.

Almost. Maybe. Perhaps. Nearly. So close- A collection of the saddest words.

You’re a creation of my own heart, moving swiftly in between my words; masking every thought. feeding on every emotion & leaving traces of emptiness in a soul full of longing.

Words that do not match deeds are unimportant.

I deleted my words that had your darkness, instead my words with colors of power.

Every hand i ever held caused me more pain than words can ever tell.

The person goes away, but his words remain caste.

Sometimes, my words need a home too and that is why i write about you.

Words reduce reality to something the human mind can grasp, which isn’t very much.