The presence of excessive wealth puts an unnatural spin on the appreciation of art.

I was seeking comic originality, and fame fell on me as a byproduct.

With comedy, you never know until you put it in front of an audience. You shoot it and a year later you have no idea if it's going to work. And then you get the response. It's great when it's good.

It's like painting the same blank canvas over and over and over and over and over. Once the concept is known, you don't need to see two. And that was in the back of my head, that I was really done artistically with what I had created or pastiched.

There are few takers for the quiet heart.

I ignored my stand-up career for twenty-five years, but now, having finished this memoir, I view this time with surprising warmth. One can have, it turns out, an affection for the war years.

There's someone out there for everyone - even if you need a pickaxe, a compass, and night goggles to find them.