Tragedy Is When I Cut My Finger.

I Was A Soldier In Wwii. The Last Couple Of Months Of The War I Was Actually In Combat.

Good Taste Is The Enemy Of Comedy.

My Liveliness Is Based On An Incredible Fear Of Death. In Order To Keep Death At Bay, I Do A Lot Of "yah! Yah! Yah!" And Death Says, "all Right. He's Too Noisy And Busy. I'll Wait For Someone Who's Sitting Quietly, Half Asleep."

My Mind Is A Raging Torrent, Flooded With Rivulets Of Thought Cascading Into A Waterfall Of Creative Alternatives.

Feeling Different, Feeling Alienated, Feeling Persecuted, Feeling That The Only Way To Deal With The World Is To Laugh - Because If You Don't Laugh You're Going To Cry And Never Stop Crying - That's Probably What's Responsible For The Jews Having Developed Such A Great Sense Of Humor. The People Who Had The Greatest Reason To Weep, Learned More Than Anyone Else How To Laugh.