To restore a sense of reality, I think Walt Disney should have a Hardluckland.

I have never seen a bad television program, because I refuse to. God gave me a mind, and a wrist that turns things off.

Immigration is the sincerest form of flattery.

Son of Lady Chatterley's Lover had obvious commercial advantages (as a title for this book), but it impugned the marital status of my parents, something that enough critics were already doing.

It's almost impossible to dislike me, because I do nothing.

Disneyland is such a big thing to Californians, I discovered that when you cross the border you have to raise your right hand and take an oath that you believe in Walt Disney.

I'm not saying these flying discs don't really exist, but nobody living in Kansas City has seen them and that's a dry state.