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

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

Despite the rejection, and in violation of all the rules, I came back year after year.

Los Angeles was an impression of failure, of disappointment, of despair, and of oddly makeshift lives. This is California? I thought.

I was 82 years old before Who's Who thought I was enough of a big shot to do a piece on me.

Bill Hanna and I owe an awful lot to television, but we both got our start and built the first phase of our partnership in the movies.

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.