that strange conflict in the American character: we pride ourselves on being the melting pot of the world but we insist on regarding most immigrants with suspicion.

We cannot calculate the numbers of people who left, fled or were fished out of Europe just ahead of the Holocaust.

Children don't understand about people loving each other and then suddenly not.

I admire anyone who rids himself of an addiction.

I loved to eat. For all of Hollywood's considerable rewards, I was hungry for most of those twenty years.

I had been introduced to psychotherapy, in which the doctors let you talk, talk, talk, until you find the source of your problem or find another doctor.

I remember the 1940s as a time when we were united in a way known only to that generation. We belonged to a common cause-the war.