Let us fill a cup and drink to that most noble, ridiculous, laughable, sublime figure in our lives... The Young Man Who Was. Let us drink to his dreams, for they were rainbow-colored; to his appetites, for they were strong; to his blunders, for they were huge; to his pains for they were sharp; to his time for it was brief; and to his end, for it was to become one of us.

Every hour spent on the Caine was a great hour in all our lives-if you don't think so now you will later on, more and more.

When in trouble or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout.

My two sons speak Hebrew, and are familiar with the scriptures and with rabbinic literature. This is the way we live.

The films of The Caine Mutiny and Marjorie Morningstar always seemed to me mere thin skims of the story lines, and I never did see a meager Hollywood caper called Youngblood Hawke, vaguely based on my 800-page novel. So it was that I opted for television, with its much broader time limits, for The Winds of War.

This is an excellent martini — sort of tastes like it isn't there at all, just a cold cloud.

The President has a quick and able mind, though not everybody gives him that, not by a long shot.