I wish wearing flat-irons on our heads would keep us from growing up. But buds will be roses, and kittens, cats,—more’s the pity!
My father was pretty busy. I mean, I learned more about him at his funeral than I did, really, growing up.
I can’t go to Disneyland, as myself. I can’t go out and walk down the street. There’s crowds, and bumper to bumper cars. And so, I create my world behind my gates. Everything that I love is behind those gates. We have elephants, and giraffes, and crocodiles, and every kind of tigers and lions. And […]
Before I would hurt a child, I would slit my wrists. I would never hurt a child.
At the time I was coming up, there were girls doing sport, but it wasn’t as prevalent as it is today. The view was always that maybe you should go and cook—and that’s probably why I never learnt to cook.
Since I was a little kid, I was like—since my dad died—I was like, “Oh, I can’t wait to have a kid.”
My mother was depressed. She was very sad. She had lost her mother when she was nine. She had really grown up in difficult circumstances. And I felt as a kid growing up there was no greater joy in my life than to sit with my mother — and it gives me chills to think […]
The companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain.
I never really thought of myself as a physical comedian. But when I was a kid I used to, you know, pretend to trip over things to make girls laugh in school and stuff like that. So I kind of learned how to fall without hurting yourself.
I was asked not long ago to tell something about the sports and pastimes that I engaged in during my youth. Until that question was asked it had never occurred to me that there was no period of my life that was devoted to play. From the time that I can remember anything, almost every […]