I like sweet wines. My idea has always been that when you're young, you like sweet wines; and then you get sophisticated, and you drink dry white; and then you get knowledgeable, and you drink heavy reds; and then you get old, and you drink sweet again.

With an endless assortment of children and animals living under one roof, there was always some absurd crisis that gave comic relief to my problems.

You learn more from ten days of agony than from ten years of content.

You go to school, you get a master's degree, you study Shakespeare and you wind up being famous for plastic glasses.

No one is going to fire me now. If and when I leave, I'll be the one to make the decision

I like sweet wines. My idea has always been that when you're young, you like sweet wines; and then you get sophisticated, and you drink dry white; and then you get knowledgeable, and you drink heavy reds; and then you get old, and you drink sweet again.