At eighty-two, I feel like a twenty-year-old, but, unfortunately, there's never one around.
Why are we honoring this man? Have we run out of human beings?
I take New Years with a grain of salt and three aspirins.
My wife can't figure out what to buy me. What do you give a man who's had everything up to here?
Valentine's Day is like Armistice Day - you declare a truce.
The last time I saw Marilyn was in late 1959, when I appeared in Let's Make Love at Fox. The wide-eyed Marilyn I had first known was gone. This Marilyn was more beautiful than ever.