Irv Kupcinet

My father, a bakery-truck driver, was the epitome of the work ethic that probably kept me knocking out columns six days a week for a rough total of 12,600 over 50 years.

What can you say about a society that says that God is dead and Elvis is alive?

I've never wanted to do anything but be a newspaperman ever since I was 13.

By nature, I am not an optimist, though I try to act as if I am.

Well, I actually wrote her a letter a couple of days ago congratulating her. The tone I tried to convey in the letter is, look, you are a part of a great American historical process.

For my diet, I choose mostly organic. But in general, I am a big believer in trying to strike a balance with everything.