newspapers ask intimate questions want confessions they reach into my head to steal the glory of my story

doctors have come from distant cities just to see me stand over my bed disbelieving what they're seeing they say I must be one of the wonders of god's own crea…

people see me I'm a challenge to your balance I'm over your heads how I confound you and astound you

have I been blind have I been lost inside myself and my own mind hypnotized mesmerized by what my eyes have seen?

I'm not going to have some reporters pawing through our papers. We are the president.

You've got to understand... these days I just can't afford to get involved [with the press]. People - they turn on you... on me. They write horrible things, de…

I don't want to spread the peanut butter of my personality on the moldy bread of the commercial press.