At 50, I began to know who I was. It was like waking up to myself.

Everyone has at least one story, and each of us is funny if we admit it. You have to admit you're the funniest person you've ever heard of.

I think we have systematically and critically harmed ourselves and many young people by advising them not to try things.

At 50, I began to know who I was. It was like waking up to myself.

I think a nap or a rest overnight is great. But who needs three days of rest? Please! The second day, you might die.

There is no place where God is not.

A story went the rounds about a San Franciscan white matron who refused to sit beside a Negro civilian on the streetcar, even after he made room for her on the seat. Her explanation was that she would not sit beside a draft dodger who was a Negro as well. She added that the least he could do was fight for his country the way her son was fighting on Iwo Jima. The story said that the man pulled his body away from the window to show an armless sleeve. He said quietly and with great dignity, "Then ask your son to look around for my arm, which I left over there.