“I don’t need the approval of the press, but I just wish they’d stop the viciousness….I never felt sorry for people like Lindsay Lohan in my life. I thought they were dopey little movie stars. Now I feel sorry for those people.”

I mean, that was a throwaway thought, because my focus was – my intent and my focus was to never go public.

A good journalist’s first priority should be to separate propaganda from fact – but sometimes its very hard to do that.

I know that education is all about discipline and motivation. Disadvantaged students need extra attention, a stable school environment, and enough teacher creativity to stimulate their imaginations. Those things are not expensive.

I think that the terrible, disgraceful coverage actually got Donald Trump elected, along with Hillary Clinton’s inability to connect with voters on any level. That’s another thing, she was a terrible candidate.

Donald Trump is an entertainer. Okay. He goes on shows like Howard Stern’s to get people to watch his program. “The Apprentice” or buy his books or whatever.

If you are a kid in America, and you live in a secular home and go to public school, you know nothing about Jesus of Nazareth. The only time you hear the word Jesus is when somebody’s yelling at you – Jesus, okay?

You can’t be a real man if you don’t look out for your kids. They need you.

Yeah, I’m obnoxious, yeah, I cut people off, yeah, I’m rude. You know why? Because you’re busy.

How we choose to combat that challenge is often life-defining. You can face difficulties head-on, or run from them, or ignore them until they consume you. But no one escapes conflict. No one.

It’s very difficult to pin down the President of the United States without subpoena powers.

Saturday night at my house, I often trot out classic movies and force the urchins to watch them. There is much wailing and gnashing of teeth, but I think it’s important to teach kids about American culture, and films are certainly a big part of it.

The chief al Qaeda recruiting tool is the net.

You know, when Sharpton and I walked in, it was, like, big commotion and everything, but everybody was very nice.

It’s just that who he’s negotiating with that changes and he believes that he can impose better deals and the United States with benefit from them.

I’m just a loud Irish guy.

The Denver Post has actually hired an editor to promote pot.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

Certain though I am – and ever more certain – that I must press on in life as though Christ awaited me at the term of the universe, at the same time I feel no special assurance of the existence of Christ. Believing is not seeing. As much as anyone, I imagine, I walk in the shadows of faith.

Sometimes you need to press pause to let everything sink in.

If you watch me during the game, I celebrate when we press the ball and it goes out.

To the press alone, chequered as it is with abuses, the world is indebted for all the triumphs which have been gained by reason and humanity over error and oppression.

I don’t call up the press and say, ‘Look at me!’

I come from a country where there’s a reputation for bad press.

This gets us back to that most pressing of human questions: why do people worry so much about other people’s holding beliefs other than their own?