Every Time Someone Says, 'you

The Mob Became Unruly And The Police Were Forced To Resort To Sex.

I Have A Feeling That About 90% Of My Life Has Been Shaped By My Voice, Both As An Embarrassment And As An Advantage. There Was Always The Terrible Incongruity Of This Deep Voice Barreling Out Of This Little Body. Somewhere In The Back Of My Mind I Was Aware That It Was Ludicrous, That It Took On An Importance That Wasn't Really There.

Being The Offspring Of English Teachers Is A Mixed Blessing. When The Film Star Says To You, On The Air, 'it Was A Perfect Script For She And I,' Inside Your Head You Hear, In The Sarcastic Voice Of Your Late Father, 'perfect For She, Eh? And Perfect For I, Also?'

I Think We Live In An Age Of Increasing Mediocrity.

I Feel Like I've Been Watching Irwin Corey Forever. I Saw Him In The 1950s, And I Thought He Was Old Then.