Tweetin' Ain't Cheatin'.

Journalism, Spooked By Rumors Of Its Own Obsolescence, Has Stopped Believing In Itself. Groans Of Doom Alternate With Panicked Happy Talk.

Wooing The Press Is An Exercise Roughly Akin To Picnicking With A Tiger. You Might Enjoy The Meal, But The Tiger Always Eats Last.

If You're Famous Enough, The Rules Don't Apply.

[on Journalists:] We Are A Noisy, Imperfect Lot, Struggling To Scribble What Has Been Called The First Draft Of History.

Now That Hillary [clinton] Has Won Pennsylvania, It Will Take A Village To Help Obama Escape From The Suffocating Embrace Of His Rival. Certainly Howard Dean Will Be Of No Use Steering Her To The Exit. It’s Like Micronesia Telling Russia To Denuke.