I'm a big believer in the fact that life is about preparation, preparation, preparation.
I'm from the South, where if you walk down the street and there's somebody behind you talking with a Southern accent, you can't tell whether it's a black or a white person.
An opening statement is like a guide or a road map. It's a very delicate thing.
Since the Puffy Combs case in New York, I will not try any more criminal cases.
On January 10, 1963, I was sworn in as a lawyer, so next January 10 I will have practiced law for 40 years, and I've loved every minute of it.
If you commit perjury in a so-called first-degree murder case, and you're caught red-handed for the entire world to see, and you get only a $200 fine, what kind of message does that send about lying in our courts?