Tap dancing all started with the old clog waltz.
My handicap? Man, I am a one-eyed, black Jew! That's my handicap!
You can be in this business 50 years and still not know anything about it.
The ultimate mystery is one's own self.
Wishing, hoping and regretting are the most common and dangerous tactics for evading the present.
The manic pursuit of success cost me everything I could love: my wife, my three children, some friends I would have liked to grow old with.