In '57, I got a job at the Blue Angel nightclub, and a gentleman named Ken Welch wrote all my material for me. I lived at a place called the Rehearsal Club that was actually the basis for a play called Stage Door.

I don't remember a time when I wasn't waiting for a scab either to grow or to fall off my knee.

Well, I don't know how astute I am, but I did want to be a journalist when I was growing up.

I've always been able to recount things and I have a really good memory about dialog and what people have said before and this and that.

Adolescence is just one big walking pimple.

It's also selfish because it makes you feel good when you help others. I've been helped by acts of kindness from strangers. That's why we're here, after all, to help others.

No matter what, when you major in theater arts whether you want to write or be a director or design scenery or whatever, when you are a freshman at UCLA then - I guess it's still the same way - you had to take an acting class.