I do think the reality is, there is a general recognition of what I've accomplished.

Life is bittersweet. Inside our heads, if we're lucky, we're the same kids as we were when we were young.

Television, cable, the Internet, that's knocked the boundaries down.

If you let society and your peers define who you are, you're the less for it.

I felt quite frankly having been raised during the depression and looking back at the roaring twenties, the jazz age, which was a very magic timer in my mind because it was something that I had missed.

Playboy, very clearly, from the outset, has fought against the historical repression of women. The notion that we were anywhere else simply defies the reality.

When I was young I had a security blanket and a pet dog. The dog got sick and died and the blanket had to be burned, so I guess I was trying to recreate the image of security in the bunny. It was a Citizen Kane/Rosebud thing.