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.

Faced with the choice of enduring a bad toothache or going to the dentist, we generally tried to ride out the bad tooth.

I don't know that I spent any more time alone than any other kid, but being by myself never bothered me.

The Christmas parties were orgies of drinking and singing and groping and pawing. Cartoon staffers invested their own money in preparatory liquor.

My last days at MGM were like the fall of the Roman Empire in fast motion.

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

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