Do I believe in God? I did until Mother's accident. She fell on some meat loaf and it penetrated her spleen.
Humorists always sit at the children's table.
Yes, but the difference is that when you're dead and somebody yells, 'Everybody up, it's morning,' it's very hard to find your slippers.
Heaven knows, we all make mistakes. That's life - and chess.
All people know the same truth. Our lives consist of how we choose to distort it.
I can't with any conscience argue for New York with anyone. It's like Calcutta. But I love the city in an emotional, irrational way, like loving your mother or your father even though they're a drunk or a thief. I've loved the city my whole life - to me, it's like a great woman.