I'm in complete remission. I'm alive and well.

I met Richard Pryor for the first time in Calgary, in Canada. A very quiet, modest meeting.

Little surprises around every corner, but nothing dangerous.

My basic mistake in 'The World's Greatest Lover' was that I made the leading character a neurotic kook and sent him to Hollywood. I should have made him a perfectly normal, sane, ordinary person, and sent him to Hollywood. The audience identifies with the lead character.

Time is a precious thing. Never waste it.

My favorite author is Anton Chekhov, not so much for the plays but for his short stories, and I think he was really my tutor.

What did you expect? 'Welcome, sonny?' 'Make yourself at home?' 'Marry my daughter?' You've got to remember that these are just simple farmers. These are people of the land. The common clay of the new West. You know . . . morons.