Nobody actually talks to anybody anymore. People in cubicles next to each other, they e-mail each other.

I'm not the dumbest guy that ever lived.

I talk too much. I eat too much.

Everything I've ever done in my life has been a fluke.

The best cookies of all in the world are the ones my daughter Sally makes. They come out all uniform with nice little air holes.

Take a microphone out of my hands, and I'm just plain folks.

I get all fired up about aging in America.