Marilyn and I were rumored to be an item. We were friends. Nothing more. Marilyn was one of the sweetest creatures that ever lived.

There's nothing that can match Broadway for stature and dignity.

I had more clothes than I had closets, more cars than garage space, but no money.

The manic pursuit of success cost me everything I could love: my wife, my three children, some friends I would have liked to grow old with.

The ultimate mystery is one's own self.

Though I love the luxury of the Waldorf Towers, room service there doesn't do soul food.