I Just Think Everyone Needs

I've Made Peace With Insecurity... Because There Is No Security Of Any Kind.

Haters Are Going To Hate.

Somebody Asked What I Wanted On My Gravestone. I'm Just Going To Put: 'glad I Could Help.'

One Day In '61, I Was Looking In The Santa Monica Phone Book For A Number, And There It Was: Stan Laurel, Ocean Avenue In Santa Monica. I Went Over There And Spent The Afternoon With Them. And Pumped Him With Questions. I Must Have Driven Him Crazy. I Spent A Lot Of Happy Hours At Stan's House On Sundays Just Talking About Comedy.

My Wife, As Proud As She Was Of Me, Hated Show Business For Good Reasons. There Was Something About The Spouse Always Being Pushed Out Of The Way, Shoved Aside. She Wanted To Get Away From It.