If you're middle aged... where're you going to go to meet someone? You're not going to go to a bar, you're not going to go to a night club; and there are the museums.

Right now, my daughter's just rolling her eyes at everything I do; I'm just an embarrassment.

I have two older sisters; I'm the youngest.

My oldest step-son wants to direct or produce. As far as being an actor, I've already told them they have to wait until they're 18; I won't take them to auditions.

It is experience which teaches, not controversy based on supposed logic and assumptions of what is likely to be true.

I know nothing of the secrets of death, Harry, for I chose my feeble imitation of life instead.

My mother kept asking me, "When are you going to do a gospel album?" And I've always wanted to do a gospel album. Everybody was going on about it, so mom started hounding me more.

Once you train an audience to look for significance, they start to find it everywhere.

Not content, but the road the artist takes, is the interesting part.

One of the symptoms of being free is you begin to dream.

I'm wondering if there's a spell to make lightning flash in the background whenever I make an ominous resolution.

There is always a use for everything, Victor had told him. Even pain.

And so the seasons went rolling on into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher grass.

I was born in Montreal and came from a lower-middle-class family.