“As a journalist, one tends to think there's nothing off limits”
“. . . the fellow's got a bee in his bonnet. Thinks God's a secretion of the liver--all right once in a way, but there's no need to keep on about it. There's nothing you can't prove if your outlook is only sufficiently limited.”
“You would think there's a natural limit to tears: only so much the body can give at one sitting before it runs dry.”
“This one," Ash growled "is off limits.”
“The country music stations plays soft but there's nothing, really nothing to turn off.”
“Where there's smoke around a conservative, there are journalists furiously rubbing two sticks together.”