I had a great party for my 50th birthday, and I'm having a nice little one this time. But it's sad how many people aren't going to be there because they've died in the intervening years. There's been a lot of carnage around me.

I had a great party for my 50th birthday, and I'm having a nice little one this time. But it's sad how many people aren't going to be there, because they've died in the intervening years. There's been a lot of carnage around me, and I'm sort of looking at that list.

It's odd the things that people remember. Parents will arrange a birthday party, certain it will stick in your mind forever. You'll have a nice time, then two years later you'll be like, 'There was a pony there? Really? And a clown with one leg?'

When you realize that you have a little germ of an idea that has - I suppose I can only say, has to me - a little taste of magic to it. You have this idea that there are millions, literally, of people listening to it at the same time as you and that little strange telepathy of a feeling that you're sharing something live with all those people.

I gave a funny speech at my wife's birthday party, and I'm thinking, 'Hey, I've still got it.'

It's a very tempting thing to try and relive your glory days when you get a little older and you worry that people have forgotten all about you.