Never go to bed with someone whose problems are greater than yours.

Think of what's stored in an 80- or a 90-year-old mind. Just marvel at it. You've got to get out this information, this knowledge, because you've got something to pass on. There'll be nobody like you ever again. Make the most of every molecule you've got as long as you've got a second to go.

I cannot even picture myself retiring. What would I do? I'll always be doing something, asking somebody questions, even if there weren't a book.

So how are things going along? Pretty good. Going to be good tomorrow? Hope so.

Something was still there, that something that distinguishes an artist from a performer: the revealing of self. Here I be. Not forlong, but here I be. In sensing her mortality, we sensed our own.

I hope that memory is valued - that we do not lose memory.

I am paraphrasing Einstein. I love to do that: nobody dares contradict me.