Had there been a reporter along with Lieutenant Calley when he massacred those people in Vietnam, I think that probably wouldn’t have happened.
I would never have been a good reporter because I am not accurate regarding facts.
With every book, you go back to school. You become a student. You become an investigative reporter. You spend a little time learning what it’s like to live in someone else’s shoes.
It’s astonishing what you learn and feel and see along the way. That’s why a reporter’s job, as you know, is such a joy.
I always like to have a buffer between me and journalism in general. Not just a reporter, but journalism.
When I was a reporter in Bristol, which I was between the years 1954 and 1960, the newspaper would get tickets for whoever showed up to play a gig at the big hall down the road, so I saw some wonderful people. The Everly Brothers, for example.
Welcome to the decline of America where, in six short decades, we have gone from aspiring to judge a man by the content of his character to aspiring that every reporter look just like politicians they cover.
Well, you know, in any political campaign, you’re gonna have people on one side that are gonna slip a reporter something because they think it’ll hurt the guy on the other side.
I’ll never forget the 2019 edition of International Fight Week for a couple of reasons: Not only did I experience my first earthquake, but I also got to work as a sideline reporter for three NBA Summer League games.
Things said to a reporter in confidence should be kept in confidence.
The greatest promotion I ever had on a newspaper was when ‘The Washington Post’ suddenly promoted me from city-side general assignment reporter to Latin American correspondent and sent me off to Cuba. Fidel Castro had just come to power. It was a very exciting assignment, but also very serious.
For example, I spent a lot of time with Reagan, both before he ran for governor and when he was running for president. As a print reporter without the cameras, I was able to really test the quality of their minds and their knowledge base.
When it comes to racism, discrimination, corruption, public lies, dictatorships, and human rights, you have to take a stand as a reporter because I think our responsibility as journalist is to confront those who are abusing power.
A lot of people don’t realize that I started my career in sports and was a sports reporter long before I was on television. I used to be an NBA reporter and an NHL reporter.
‘The Hollywood Reporter’ was always in. You always got great tables. You always got great seats at screenings. You always got treated well if you were at the paper.
I took a job as a reporter in India, where I lived with several married couples, which got me interested in why some marriages work and others fail. Back home, many women of my generation were also putting off marriage or not getting married at all, which only led me to more questions.
Well, one of the things I discovered in the course of looking back and writing about what I saw in my memory is that I was a closely observant person long before I became a reporter.
I’m an inexperienced reporter, and I’m still learning.
It’s interesting to wake up at 3 in the morning by someone saying they’re a reporter and they want to know how you feel. I felt fine, but I said, ‘Well, why do you ask?’
I want to give myself options and maybe be able to work at ESPN, or do blogs at NBC or be a sports reporter.
What I learned is that there are indeed some stories that are too true to tell, too revealing for the general population to metabolize. And too challenging to your reporter colleagues, whose turf or toes you might have tread upon.
There are some movie stars in Hollywood that are so scared, they also tell the reporter that they are recording them, in case there is something wrong with what they wrote about them in the papers.
Basically, sometimes a reporter will ask a question, and I feel the answers only matter when the questions are relevant.
I was known as a dogged, unflappable live reporter, the kind who runs barefoot to the camera, high heels in one hand, notebook in the other.
Recognition should come to the reporter who uncovers public cheating or proves a convicted man innocent.
Whatever any boxer does in the ring, I don’t think any reporter should call him a coward. Anyone who does that I lose complete respect for. There’s a difference between being a coward and being scared, or apprehensive. Different fighters have got different mentalities.
When I set out to write, I see it very visually. I almost feel like a reporter. I’m relating what I’m seeing and hearing, so it’s kind of watching a play for me.
I can remember a reporter asking me for a quote, and I didn’t know what a quote was. I thought it was some kind of soft drink.
I can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a reporter.
I met Bill Clinton in 1977 while I was working as a news reporter for KARK-TV in Little Rock, Arkansas. Shortly after we met, we began a sexual relationship that lasted for twelve years.
Being an independent reporter with legal knowledge fits me better than being an attorney who is representing one side or one goal.
I’m pretty much a documents reporter. I’m a public records geek.
As a beat reporter covering the CIA and intelligence world after the terrorist attacks of 2001, I could sense that many things I couldn’t see or understand were changing, expanding, getting so big they were difficult to manage.
Not to be weirdly glib, but as a reporter, you should be honest all the time.
About 25 years ago, I started out as a reporter covering politics. And that sort of just evolved into organized crime, because organized crime and politics were the same thing in Boston.
You can be a great reporter and not be such a great talk show host.
I had a reporter ask me how much I weigh. I said to him, ‘You go first: How much do you weigh?’ People always ask me what I eat. Other artists don’t get asked these questions.
I made a sort-of living in the beginning of my acting career as a reporter. I think my very first job was ‘Early Edition’ as reporter no. 1, and for ‘Light It Up,’ I was reporter no. 2.
When a reporter sits down at the typewriter, he’s nobody’s friend.
The reporter is the daily prisoner of clocked facts. On all working days, he is expected to do his best in one swift swipe at each story.
