My Brothers Went To Work At 12

My Mother Is Very Short - Four-eleven. She Could Walk Under Tables And Never Hit Her Head.

If God Wanted Us To Fly, He Would Have Given Us Tickets.

Being Brave Is Being Scared And Worried And Still Doing It [what You Do]. Because If You're Just A Wacko, A Mashugana, A Crazy Guy, Then You're Not Brave, Your Nuts!

I Have Been Lucky That Some Critics Joined The Mob In Loving Something I've Done, Or In Appreciating It. I've Been Lucky. But Most Of The Critics Don't Like What The People Like. I Think They Have A Very Strange Job, And They Are Meant To Criticize.

You Want Me To Admit I'm A Four-foot, Six-inch Freckle-faced Person Of Jewish Extraction? I Admit It. All But The Extraction. But Being Short Never Bothered Me For Three Seconds. The Rest Of The Time I Wanted To Commit Suicide.