For me, the path of failure exceeded by far the joys of success. My plight was hopeless.

I had never attended a trial until my daughter's murder trial. What I witnessed in that courtroom enraged and redirected me.

You'll never convince me there is a hopeless situation or there is any finality in any success or any failure.

I made no pretense of doing balanced reporting about murder. I was appalled by defense attorneys who would do anything to win an acquittal for a guilty person.

I've always felt I was shortchanged in the departments of height and physique.

She was a gallant soul. I knew her from way back because Gig Young was a good friend of mine. I always think of her sitting in the Polo Lounge of the Beverly Hills Hotel, holding court, saying hello to people, being funny.