Just think of all the billions of coincidences that don't happen.

Why anyone, by dying, should thereby be declared beyond criticism, innocent of wrongdoing, suddenly filled with virtue and above reproach escapes me.

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

Music bypasses the brain and goes straight to the heart. I wish my life had more of it.

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

It was at a vividly bad time in Norman Mailer's life that I met him, and a sort of water-treading time in mine. He had stabbed his wife, and I was a copy boy at Time magazine.

Once I left out what I then considered my best line because there was a suspected column rat in the house.