I'm a baby. I sleep like a baby - I'm up every two hours. And I think a lot. I worry a lot. I have great nights of no sleep where ideas come.

I think I've far exceeded what I ever thought I could possibly do. I'm almost shocked that I'm still around after all of these years . . . and always grateful that I get another turn to do something.

At 60, I could do the same things I could do at 30, if I could only remember what those things are.

I had really good hearing and when you're scared it gets heightened so you hear scratching noises or something.

I'm married - I've caught my limit.

There's only, I think, in life, three things that I do pretty well: Performing, I still can field ground balls, and I make nice kids.

Well, the way things are going, aside from wheat and auto parts, America's biggest export is now the Oscar.