I have a wonderful psychiatrist that I see maybe once a year, because I don't need it. It all comes out onstage.

I always like a charity with people who don't speak English because I get them to do all kinds of things around my house.

I have a million dollar figure ... but it's all loose change.

Somehow, some way, every person in the arts has to find an accommodation with disappointment and embarrassment. They are the pollen in the air we breathe. If you must go into the arts, go into them for yourself alone. On some basic level you must enjoy the act of doing it ... Otherwise, you are going to end up frustrated and unhappy. Recognition in the arts is luck and gravy.

My perfect last meal would be: shrimp cocktail, lasagna, steak, creamed spinach, salad with bleu cheese dressing, onion rings, garlic bread, and a dessert of strawberry shortcake.

I must admit I am nervous about getting Alzheimer's. Once it hits, I might tell my best joke and never know it.

I enjoy life when things are happening. I don't care if it's good things or bad things. That means you're alive.