I keep getting more and more ambitious. Over the years, to some degree, in some areas, I feel I've grown. In some areas, I made a fool of myself. In some areas, I think I can still do some funny things.

One man starving puts a crimp in my evening.

Everyone wants to get out of living where they're living now, because life is a pretty tough proposition and not much fun. But when you think back to earlier times, you only extrapolate the nice things.

I was in analysis. I was suicidal. As a matter of fact, I would have killed myself, but I was in analysis with a strict Freudian and if you kill yourself they make you pay for the sessions you miss.

When the Academy called, I panicked. I thought they might want their Oscars back and the pawn shop has been out of business for a while.

My mind can never know my body, although it has become quite friendly with my legs.

I'm really a timid person - I was beaten up by Quakers