You have to be on TV a surprisingly long time before you're stopped on the street. Then, when you are, you get a lot of, 'Hey, you're great! What's your name again?'

I think we live in an age of increasing mediocrity.

I'm not sure why writing for others became harder. Probably a reluctance to give away anything you might conceivably use yourself caused a block. I did it, but it remained hard when it had once been easy.

I like when the ice gets thin, the going gets rough, the guests get edgy.

The information superhighway? That sounds like a place that's long and boring and kills 50,000 people a year.

By the time I was in the fourth grade, I sounded exactly like my father on the phone.

I feel sorry for the poor kids whose parents feel they're qualified to teach them at home. Of course, some parents are smarter than some teachers, but in the main I see home-schooling as misguided foolishness.