Can you believe that? She says I'm not leader enough for her. Who was she looking for... Hitler?

Me sitting down for dinner with Ingmar Bergman felt like a house painter sitting down with Picasso.

There are worse things in life than death. Have you ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman?

See, I never gain an ounce, because, you know, my anxiety acts like aerobics.

"Boy, the food at this place is really terrible." The other one says, "Yeah, I know; and such small portions." Well, that's essentially how I feel about life - full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness, and it's all over much too quickly.

I'm awash in self-contempt!

I'm in show business. I'm not like a poor factory worker who'd been laid off.