Quotes by Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men

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They walked across 15th Street to the Madison Hotel's Montpelier Room, an opulent French restaurant. Bradlee asked for a — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
Simons, as restrained as Bradlee could be hard-charging and obstreperous, liked to tell of watching Bradlee grind his ci — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
A prize-winning science reporter, Simons had become the number-two editor at the Post a year before. An intent, sensitiv — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
The managing editor shared Bernstein's fondness for doping things out on the basis of sketchy information. At the same t — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
Aware that much of the story was out of his hands, he tried to exercise what control he could: he hovered around the rep — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
Rosenfeld went to work for the Herald Tribune after his graduation from Syracuse University and has always been an edito — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
Rosenfeld runs the metropolitan staff, the Post's largest, like a football coach. He prods his players, letting them kno — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
But you're absolutely sure we're right?' The question carried an intensity absent from the previous conversation. 'I rem — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
Woodward said that he had told no one the name of Deep Throat.Mrs. Graham paused. 'Tell me,' she said.Woodward froze. He — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
Soon, challenges against the Post's ownership of two television stations in Florida were filed with the Federal Communic — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
Deep Throat stamped his foot. 'A conspiracy like this...a conspiracy investigation...the rope has to tighten slowly arou — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
June 17, 1972. Nine o'clock Saturday morning. Early for the telephone. Woodward fumbled for the receiver and snapped awa — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
Bernstein looked like one of those counterculture journalists that Woodward despised. Bernstein thought that Woodward's — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
It was 9:30 P.M., just an hour from deadline for the second edition. Woodward began typing:A $25,000 cashier's check, ap — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
At heart, Sussman was a theoretician. In another age, he might have been a Talmudic scholar. He had cultivated a Socrati — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
The August 1 story had carried their joint byline; the day afterward, Woodward asked Sussman if Bernstein's name could a — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
The invariable question, asked only half-mockingly of reporters by editors at the Post (and then up the hierarchical lin — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
Woodward, a registered Republican, did not vote. He couldn't decide whether he was more uneasy with the disorganization — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
Sussman had the ability to seize facts and lock them in his memory, where they remained poised for instants recall. More — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men
Bradlee had been recruited with the idea that the New York Times need nod exercise absolute preeminence in American jour — Carl Bernstein, All the President's Men