It was well after college that I learned about depression. I got my first job for Jack Paar. I realized I was sleeping 14 hours a day and just living for the Paar show.

Coming up through the ranks of any calling can be rough, but that battered soul who survives the early years of courting the comic muse comes close to knowing what only the soldier knows: What combat is like.

The brain process that results in a joke materializing where no joke was before remains a mystery. I'm not aware of any scholarly, scientific or neurological studies on the subject.

I'm not all that enthralled by show business, and I'm not that much of a highbrow.

I feel like I've been watching Irwin Corey forever. I saw him in the 1950s, and I thought he was old then.

Electronic devices dislike me. There is never a day when something isn't ailing.

I find most 'sacred music' pretty dismal.