That's what keeps me going: dreaming, inventing, then hoping and dreaming some more in order to keep dreaming.

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

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

I don't know anyone who enjoys going to the hospital. To help remedy this, I got an idea to create what a Laugh Room in the pediatric ward of hospitals.

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

Creating fantasy is a very personal thing, but you can't take the process too personally.

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