Life Doesn't Imitate Art, It Imitates Bad

The Meaning Of Life Is That Nobody Knows The Meaning Of Life.

It's Just Gossip, You Know. Gossip Is The New Pornography.

Let's Say There Was A Burning Building And You Could Rush In And You Could Save Only One Thing: Either The Last Known Copy Of Shakespeare's Plays Or Some Anonymous Human Being. What Would You Do?

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.

If I Had My Life To Live Over, I Wish I Could Be A Great Pianist Or Something.