I remember at the age of five travelling on a trolley car with my mother past a group of women on a picket line at a textile plant seeing them being viciously beaten by security people. So that kind of thing stayed with me.

You get to a certain age where you prepare yourself for happiness. Sometimes you never remember to actually get happy.

From as long as literally as far back as I can remember I've liked puns word jokes I can literally recall looking at a comic at the age of six or seven and I remember what I enjoyed and what it was precisely and how the joke worked.

Do you remember when you were 10 or 11 years old and you really thought your folks were the best? They were completely omniscient and you took their word for everything. And then you got older and you went through this hideous age when suddenly they were the devil they were bullies and they didn't know anything.

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.