The movies saved my life. I grew up in the great depression, the only child of a pair of star crossed lovers. My father lost his job. My mother drank. They fought. The movies were my escape.

I remember the glory days of film making. I used to go to the movies a lot.

Being happy is a revolutionary act; I think it spreads, like ripples in a pond.

I'm greedy for experience. I keep finding new things.

Back in the fifties (the nineteen fifties, not the eighteen fifties) I did some writing for Mad Magazine, along with my friend Ernie Kovaks and a pair of comics named Bob and Ray.

I've made a lot of dumb mistakes, but I don't regret them at all.