At home we ate fish every Friday, as Catholics were then supposed to do. Being Jewish, I compromised. I wore a hat when I ate fish, out of respect for my own religion and the fish's family.

When I wasn't working, I put the blame directly where it belonged - I blamed my agent. When I didn't have an agent, I spent time looking for a new agent so I would have somebody to blame.

If you live to be one hundred, you've got it made. Very few people die past that age.

I was always taught to respect my elders and I've now reached the age when I don't have anybody to respect.

At my age flowers scare me.

I drink coffee with my right hand, and I smoke with my left. But I talk with both hands.

People ask me what I'd most appreciate getting for my eighty-seventh birthday. I tell them, a paternity suit.