I tended to place my wife under a pedestal.

When I am in New York, I want to be in Europe, and when I am in Europe, I want to be in New York.

People always tease me. They say, look at you, you went for so much psychoanalysis and you're so neurotic, you wind up marrying a girl so much younger than you.

To you I'm an atheist; to God, I'm the Loyal Opposition.

The curtain rises on a vast primitive wasteland, not unlike certain parts of New jersey.

I see no advantages in aging whatsoever. You become shriveled. You become decrepit. You lose your faculties. Your peer group passes away. You sit in a room gumming your porridge. I don't see any advantage in this whatsoever.

I'm awash in self-contempt!