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

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

Among the great glories of the MGM lot were the vast outdoor sets that had been constructed over the years.

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.

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

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

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