He was both [television's] first celebrity and its most persistent conscience.

Max Headroom, if overly exposed, could end up as just another Muppet Nothing would be more distressing than to witness a brilliant parody of TV turn into a TV cliche.

No soap opera has so engrossingly captured the wondrous banality of the human condition.

Titanic clashes in this video courtroom are likely to swirl around botched paint jobs, unshoveled sidewalks, defective toasters, aggressive guard dogs and every conceivable, and sometimes inconceivable, mishap involving a dry cleaner.

[They favor] flashy packages of bite-size stories that are to serious journalism what McNuggets are to a full-course dinner.

In Hollywood, the real stars are all in animation. Alvin and the Chipmunks don't throw star fits, don't demand custom-designed Winnebagos, and are a breeze at costume fittings. Cruella DeVille, Gorgo, Rainbow Brite, Gus-Gus, Uncle Scrooge, and the Care Bears are all superstars and they don't have drug problems, marital difficulties, or paternity suits to blacken their images. They don't age, balk at promoting, or sass highly paid directors. Plus, you can market them to death and they never feel exploited. I'd like to do a big-budget snuff film starring every last one of them.