I left Princeton, but I graduated Harvard, in 1952.

I also had this mistaken dream, fantasy really - perhaps because I'm good at languages - of being able in both Italy and France to become someone else through my fluency in the language.

My idea was to go to Vienna to study conducting and perhaps play in an orchestra first, so I thought before I got to Vienna I could do with a little training in Paris.

And then, when I left Princeton in the middle of my sophomore year, I went into the navy.

I'd been brought up on the Upper East Side in a WASP society, which was death on crutches.

There are many things I’ve written that I didn’t really understand until a long time later.

You make something. You give up expressing and start inventing.

I was stationed in Norfolk, Virginia, for a while, about which the less said the better, and then I was in the Mediterranean, about which the more said the better.

I graduated in 1952 and went to Europe, with Niki and our first child Laura, who was then a year old.

It has always been something I could do, and it may seem odd that in my case I seem to create an interesting narrative and frustrate the readers opportunities to follow it at every step.

My dream, I remember, when I went to boarding school, was to have a study all my own, a little nook someplace where nobody could get at me - nobody, like the football coach.

To be no more than scholarly reflection on its object from one particular standpoint, which is anyway one legitimate standpoint among others.

Because I was surrounded by so much negativity at some point that it took me going back and doing stand-up to realize, you know, people really like me.

I'm a true fan of animation, and it's my livelihood. Live-action is secondary to me.

Only the traveling is good which reveals to me the value of home and enables me to enjoy it better.

What the people out there are calling for is honesty which has been missing for quite some time now. We are tired of all the deceit and incompetence of this government.

In the realm of scientific observation, luck is granted only to those who are prepared.

We have a job to do. After the fight, I'll love him.

You can keep yourself alive. That's the magic of being an actor.

To be ordinary is not a choice: It is the usual freedom of men without visions.

Whatsoever contradicts my sense, I hate to see, and never can believe.