My family shouldn't have to put up with me. They're good people, solid, happy. Sometimes when I'm with them I think I'm on television.

They're sort of ancillary anyway, friends. I mean, they're important -- everybody knows that; the TV tells you so -- but they come and go. You lose one friend, you pick up another.

I had hurt her feelings, I found out later; I didn’t know I had that power.

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad.

I waste at least an hour every day lying in bed. Then I waste time pacing. I waste time thinking. I waste time being quiet and not saying anything because I'm afraid I'll stutter.

I don't know how I can be so ambitious and so lazy at the same time.

But some people have to get lucky just to live. And I never knew I could make anybody lucky.