One of the most attractive things about writing your autobiography is that you're not dead.

What the real world of 1941 needed most was the release and relief provided by laughter.

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

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

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

While I have never been a regular churchgoer, I'm anything but immune to the power and the majesty of the religious experience.

I cannot say who, precisely, came up with the idea of a Stone Age family.