We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.

All my jobs have been with food in one way or another since 1948. My parents were in the hotel business and I just loved the warm hearted people who worked so hard with such good humor.

Bob Hope like Mark Twain had a sense of humor that was uniquely American and like Twain we'll likely not see another like him.

When you meet someone new who instantly gets you your sense of humor and your attitudes and your worldview even if theirs are different - and you get them in return. You both talk and talk and agree and laugh and nod and yes yes of course you should get another round of drinks.

You see that's another thing that my parents gave me: an enormously great sense of humor.

The satirist shoots to kill while the humorist brings his prey back alive and eventually releases him again for another chance.

Humor is just another defense against the universe.

I think it's impossible to judge whether another person should come out. You just hope they will on their own time and their own terms.

I hope to one day co-sign a lease with another person but well it doesn't plague me that I have yet to do so. Put it this way: I've never had to violently tug at my own pillow at 2 A.M. to get myself to stop snoring.

What can you do if a part of it is uphill? You can't work out another route. You've just got to run the one they give you. But they tell me London is a nice course. Even the cobbles I hope are not very much of a problem for me.