I've had this problem since I was in my 20s. They don't call it manic depression anymore. They call it a bipolar disorder, and I'm a Type 2?

I'll tell you what I would do in a shot if I could. I would sing in the barbershop quartet in The Music Man.

I'm a perfect example of the grumpy, old man. I'm really good at it.

I only really work when I want to.

It always impresses me when a person of small stature has command.

I want to see the writers strike because the writers, god bless them, are the only true commies we have in Hollywood.

I was born just barely south of the Mason Dixon line.

I'm blessed with eight children - though I'm talking about eight adults now.

I'm getting grumpier all the time.

She crossed her legs and kicked out her feet, clad in thick wool socks and boots big enough to house a little old lady.

We are going to have that thing everyone talks about, that indescribable, indefinable thing that everybody wants to find...Here's to endless stargazing.

If we are with someone out of choice, we should act accordingly, and choose to communicate rather than deteriorate.

A couple of words is all it'll take to make everything in my life Before and After.

You may be sure that the Americans will commit all the stupidities they can think of, plus some that are beyond imagination.

Oh! to be loved by a man I respect, To bask in the glow of his perfectly understandable neglect.

In this frightening, anxious time to be alive it can be liberating to remember that nothing lasts forever. That can focus and invigorate our hopes.

By writing I can live in ways that I could not survive.

Those who'll play with cats must expect to be scratched.

When I hear excuses muttered from another, I'm reminded to stop repeating those of my own.