A reporter meets interesting people. If he endures, he will get to know princes and presidents, popes and paupers, prostitutes and panderers. And always, in the back of his head, there will be a dozen men and women he will never meet. And always, he will feel the poorer for it.

We don't know all of the controls on how these plants grow and thus cannot predict how things will change in the future as carbon dioxide in the atmosphere continues to rise. For example, seldom do people go to sea to find out what is happening in the wintertime. We did just that.

For goodness sake, will they hear, will white people hear what we are trying to say? Please, all we are asking you to do is to recognize that we are humans, too.

At 19, everything is possible and tomorrow looks friendly.

Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.

Gimme: an agreement between two losers who can't putt.