I'm a creature of the New York City streets.

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

I don't want to be immortal through my works. I want to be immortal by not dying.

I'm not a big believer in the sense of Jews having a monopoly on comedy.

In certain areas I don't function well and in other areas I function very well. I'm very good professionally. I have good discipline, I'm able to write every day and do films and not go six times over the budget. I mean I'm a coherent person, but I also don't like to go through tunnels when I travel. I'm claustrophobic.

There are three things Jewish people worship-God, Chinese food and wall-to-wall carpeting.

You will notice that what we are aiming at when we fall in love is a very strange paradox. The paradox consists of the fact that, when we fall in love, we are seeking to re-find all or some of the people to whom we were attached as children. On the other hand, we ask our beloved to correct all of the wrongs that these early parents or siblings inflicted upon us. So that love contains in it the contradiction: The attempt to return to the past and the attempt to undo the past.