My father helped me leave. He said, 'It's all out there, it's not here.'

My son says I never tell stories about anyone who's living.

My father was a dreamer - my hero. He was a smart, tough guy from Poland, a cutter of lady's handbags, an old socialist-unionist who always considered himself a failure. His big line was: 'Don't end up like me.'

I won't eat in a place that has suits of armor.

I made it, Ma - Carnegie Hall. And I didn't have to practice.

Everything my mother made had to cook for 80 hours, and when she made matzoh balls she didn't know fluffy. Everything sank.

I always plan dinner first thing in the morning. That's the only way I can get through the day, having a specific meal to look forward to at night.