When I can't sleep, I read a book by Steve Allen.
Underneath this flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.
In some situations I was difficult, in odd moments impossible, in rare moments loathsome, but at my best unapproachably great.
It'd be nice to please everyone but I thought it would be more interesting to have a point of view.
Talent's like a baby. Wrap it up in wool and it goes to sleep.
Marriage is a triumph of habit over hate.