Not once in six years did I make it to the office by 9 on the dot.

Publicity gets more than a little tiring. You want it, you need it, you crave it, and you're scared as hell when it stops.

In those days, boxing was very glamorous and romantic. You listened to fights on the radio, and a good announcer made it seem like a contest between gladiators.

High-level, big-deal publicity has a way of getting old for me, but what never fails to thrill me is when I make personal appearances.

I hate fishing, and I can't imagine why anyone would want to hike when you can get in the car and drive.

I learned long ago to accept the fact that not everything I create will see the light of day.

My marriage had been impulsive. That marriage should have been short-lived instead of the 23 years it spanned.