I don't want to run around and look at a shot through a monitor. That doesn't improve what I'm trying to do. I figure once I've done my job it's none of my business.

Mickey Mouse popped out of my mind onto a drawing pad 20 years ago on a train ride from Manhattan to Hollywood at a time when business fortunes of my brother Roy and myself were at lowest ebb and disaster seemed right around the corner.

What's the subject of life - to get rich? All of those fellows out there getting rich could be dancing around the real subject of life.

One's mind has a way of making itself up in the background and it suddenly becomes clear what one means to do.

The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground secretly making the ground green.

Business is never so healthy as when like a chicken it must do a certain amount of scratching around for what it gets.

Lucy took care of me on the set and made sure that none of the crew cussed around me. She also had birthday parties for me and made sure that they were well attended.

There weren't any astronauts until I was about 10. Yuri Gagarin went into space right around my 10th birthday.

I've looked after my money. As I started working around my third birthday my first check went straight to the bank.

I started running around my 30th birthday. I wanted to lose weight I didn't anticipate the serenity. Being in motion suddenly my body was busy and so my head could work out some issues I had swept under a carpet of wine and cheese. Good therapy that's a good run.