I always wanted to live in a haunted house.

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.

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

History is not reassuring on the subject of the longevity of seemingly lasting great nations, is it?

An effective speaker can do more damage or more good in a well-stated minute than an angry klutz could do in half an hour.

Its fun for me to go on other folks talk shows. When youve endured the ups and downs and tensions and pitfalls of hosting, being a guest is a piece of angel food.

Does anything show the complexity of the miraculous brain more than that weird curiosity, the sleep-protection dream?