I mean, I don't think I'm alone when I look at the homeless person or the bum or the psychotic or the drunk or the drug addict or the criminal and see their baby pictures in my mind's eye. You don't think they were cute like every other baby?

I did a movie called Marathon Man and it was one of my best memories.

I'm sixty-eight, I cry every chance I can.

I feel cheated never being able to know what it's like to get pregnant, carry a child and breast-feed.

What makes divorce happen is that you can't be in the same space any more, for whatever reason - but the love stays. And that's the killer. That's where the vehemence and anger and rage comes from.

But I would reinvent myself if I could. As a sexy leading man! We all would like that, but I don't know how to.

God knows I've done enough crap in my life to grow a few flowers.