Mo Rocca

I hate homemade sweaters.

Look, not embracing the 'Today' show is soooo yesterday.

I love Christmas. Frosty the Snowman, peace on Earth and mangers, Salvation Army bell ringers and reindeer, the movie 'Meet Me in St. Louis,' office parties and cookies.

You have to be a bastard to make it, and that's a fact. And the Beatles are the biggest bastards on earth.

I grow daily to honour facts more and more, and theory less and less. A fact, it seems to me, is a great thing; a sentence printed, if not by God, then at least by the Devil.

That is the definition of equal justice under law: everyone gets a fair shot, everyone pays their fair share, and everyone plays by the same set of rules.