Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, "It might have been.

My ancestors came over from Germany about the time of the Civil War and one of them lost a leg and went back to Germany.

Trout was petrified there on Forty-second Street. It had given him a life not worth living, but I had also given him an iron will to live. This was a common combination on the planet Earth.

My ancient history teacher, Millie Lloyd, should have worn a medal for her performance at the battle of Thermopylae. She was excited and we were excited.

Hate, in the long run, is about as nourishing as cyanide.

Much of the blame is the malarkey that artists have created to glorify war, which as we all know, is nonsense, and a good deal worse than that — romantic pictures of battle, and of the dead and men in uniform and all that. And I did not want to have that story told again.

I'd rather have written "Cheers" than anything I've written.