In March I had a minor heart attack while I was vacationing in Australia. it scared me, but it was nothing compared to what someone had in store for me down the road.

I realized this is what God has dealt me, and I should be thankful considering all that's happened to me in my life, but MS caused the movies to stop - stop dead - and I miss it.

Everyone carries around his own monsters.

Friends take up time, and I didn't have time.

I believe in the institution of marriage, and I intend to keep trying till I get it right.

Who you gonna believe-me or your lying eyes?

Someone called all the newspapers in New York and told them I'd died. I've been told by almost everyone it was an ex-wife - I've had a few so it's hard to pinpoint which one - but who knows for sure?