When the needs of one person are being met by the other, there is laughter.

In America, you break law. In Soviet Russia, law breaks you! In America, you watch Big Brother. In Soviet Russia, Big Brother watch you!

My father described this tall lady who stands in the middle of the New York harbor, holding high a torch to welcome people seeking freedom in America. I instantly fell in love.

I fed my ego, but not my soul.

I believe that love and laughter can only happen when one person takes the time to think about what would cause the other person to feel good.

In Russia, if a male athelete loses he becomes a female athelete.

It's kind of bittersweet. The human spirit is not measured by the size of the act, but by the size of the heart.