I'm not very funny in real life. I used to want to be a comedian when I was 13, 14, 15, till I saw "Death Of A Salesman" with Lee J. Cobb and Mildred Dunnock.

There wasn't a funeral per se. I buried [Gilda Radner] 3 miles from her house that she had bought just shortly before we met. It was an old house, old colonial house, 1734. And there were just a few friends at the funeral, a nonsectarian cemetery. And an old friend of hers from junior high school or high school was the rabbi in town, and he performed the service.

To match the shoes with the jacket is fey. To match the shoes with the hat is taste.

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

On screen, Gene Wilder could often be summed up as an accident waiting to happen, that frizzy, flyaway hair, the eyes darting this way and that and then something would set him off, Zero Mostel, say, in the movie that made Wilder a star, "The Producers."

Which one of us, anywhere in the world, doesn't yearn to be believed when the audience is watching?

I'm funny on camera sometimes. In life, once in a while. Once in a while.