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.

Is Knowledge knowable? If not, how do we know?

Where I grew up in Brooklyn, nobody committed suicide. Everyone was too unhappy.

His lack of education is more than compensated for by his keenly developed moral bankruptcy.

My gift was in comedy. I found out I could make jokes. I could tell jokes. I could write them. So over the years, that's what I've done.

I recently turned 60. Practically a third of my life is over.

The heart is a very, very resilient little muscle. It really is.