Perfectionists Are Their Own Devils.

My Ambition Was Always To Be A Perfect Picture Of An American.

Some Of My Friends Became Gangsters. You Became A Gangster Depending Upon How Fast You Wanted A Suit. Gangsters Weren't The Stereotypes You See In The Movies. I Knew The Real Ones, And The Real Ones Were Out For Big Money.

I Don't Like To Work In An Office. I Like To Work In My House, To Be Among My Own Thoughts. The Idea Is For An Editor To Let His Artist Alone, Let Them Be Themselves, Let Them Exchange Their Own Ideas And You'll Come Up With Something Salable.

Once We've Learned Enough About The Universe We Will Admit To Ourselves That We Will Never Know Everything.

The Only Real Politics I Knew Was That If A Guy Liked Hitler, I'd Beat The Stuffing Out Of Him And That Would Be It.