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?

My freshman year at Harrison High School, I saw a journalism class where students were putting out a weekly newspaper. It touched a responsive chord in me.

I would've done anything to work with Satyajit Ray.

If I get married, I think I'd pick out a newspaperman rather than a millionaire. A newspaperman is a regular fellow.

I didn't want to be famous. I just wanted to earn enough money to have a nice life and enjoy acting.