I read in self-defense.

I'm short enough and ugly enough to succeed on my own.

There's nothing wrong with you that a little Prozac and a polo mallet can't cure.

I never considered myself an artist. I aspire to be an artist, but I never thought I had the depth or substance or gift to be an artist. I do think I have some talent, but it doesn't go as far as being an artist.

I don't know what the hell I'm doing here. I'm 237 years old, I should be collecting social security.

In 1940 I was just turning 5 years old and being taken to the movies. For those of us who were not old enough to understand the horror of war it was a very romantic era because these guys were kissing their wives and girlfriends goodbye and going off to fight and become heroes.

I don't want to live forever through my work. I want to live forever by not dying.