But enough of me. Lets talk about you. What do you think of me?
I don't want to leave Manhattan, even when I'm gone.
I know many writers who first dictate passages, then polish what they have dictated. I speak, then I polish - occasionally I do windows.
I can explain it to you, but I can't comprehend it for you.
I'm just a simple Jewish boy from the Bronx.
God gave me a very good hand to play over my 88 years. I have no regrets.