To appear on the stage drunk, to have them leave there and remember me making drunken mistakes, that was death.
You have to be able to look back at your life and say, "Yeah, that was fun."
My handicap? Man, I am a one-eyed, black Jew! That's my handicap!
I didn't hate being 60 as much as I had 50.
You name it and I've done it. I'd like to say I did it my way. But that line, I'm afraid, belongs to someone else.
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.