I see a steady downward slope toward oblivion over the next three years. I'm pessimistic. Everything that's happened to me so far has been kind of flukey. I went into Twentieth Century because I wanted to work for Hal Prince. The part was too small according to my agent. I had been doing only leading parts, and he thought I should continue that. But the part was enlarged in rehearsal: songs were added, and it became more physicalized and showy. Then I won awards and got attention.

The worth of a life is not determined by a single failure or a solitary success.

Hindsight. It's like foresight without a future.

You know, actors are fans, too. And talent is very attractive to me.

Dogs do have feelings. I gather.

I've got the Jewish guilt and the Irish shame and it's a hell of a job distinguishing which is which.

People ask, 'What's the best role you've ever played?' The next one.