Talk about handicap - I'm a one-eyed Negro Jew.

My home has always been show business.

Tap dancing all started with the old clog waltz.

I didn't hate being 60 as much as I had 50.

My talent was the weapon, the power, the way for me to fight. It was the one way I might hope to affect a man's thinking.

I've done some things I wish I could erase. . . . I invented mistakes. But the mistakes must be seen in context, and they must be weighed along with the positives.

Being in public with May and the children was too heavy. I was irreversibly tuned in to everyone around us.