My father was adamant in his disapproval of my interest in show business.

The dining room in my old house was truly magnificent, but by far the worst room for conversation. I'd get up from the table, a very long table, and somebody would always say, Paul, I never got to talk to you.

I can't even get three weeks off to have cosmetic surgery.

My table seats eight, so that's my maximum. Having a small number of guests is the only way to generate good conversation. Besides, your whole house doesn't get wrecked that way.

Politicians... talk in generalities and lies, and I think they've caused all our grief. They're so awful, they're really funny. I hate thinking this because my dad loved politics.

I'm Liberace without a piano.

I'm used to living alone, and I like it that way. You become so selfish living alone...I'd make a terrible husband anyway.