You have an internal critic, an internal drive that says, ‘OK, you can do more.’ Maybe that’s what keeps you going.
Shooting in New York is the shiznit, if I may be so bold. It was great. New York is a character. People who live here know that.
You don’t need cocaine! There’s another way to get real high, and really mess your mind up, it’s called marathon running!
A place where we all go can’t be bad.
Along with the Oscars, the Academy is giving out a green card.
If you’re going to do a movie about the Village, it’s pretty nice to shoot in the village and not be in Toronto.
When my friends and I played cowboys and Indians, I was always the Chinese railroad worker.
Make your life spectacular, I know I did.
Being a famous print journalist is like being the best-dressed woman on radio.
Come on now! You kick out the gooks, the next thing you know, you have to kick out the chinks, the spicks, the spooks, the kikes and all that’s going to be left is a couple of brain-dead rednecks.
My comedy is like emotional hang-gliding.
On stage you’re free. You can say and do things that if you said and did any place else, you’d be arrested.
You appreciate little things, like walks on the beach with a defibrillator.
The meek may inherit the earth, but they don’t get in to Harvard.
Don’t mess with me, man, I’m a lawyer!
In America, they really do mythologize people when they die.
If I could light my own farts I could fly to the moon or at least Uranus.
What’s my credibility? Why are they looking to me for advice? Isn’t there someone more qualified?
I went to rehab for alcoholism in wine country, just to keep my options open.
The little idiosyncrasies that only I know about: that’s what made her my wife. Oh she had the goods on me too, she knew all my little peccadilloes. People call these things imperfections, but they’re not. Ah, that’s the good stuff!