I'm very comfortable with the nature of life and death, and that we come to an end. What's most difficult to imagine is that those dreams and early yearnings and desires of childhood and adolescence will also disappear. But who knows? Maybe you become part of the eternal whatever.

You stay in touch with the boy who dreamed impossible dreams.

The notion of the single man began in the 1950's. The idea of the bachelor as a separate life was new and obscure.

It's the music of my youth. It's the music I grew up with. It's the music of my dreams.

Life is too short to be living somebody else's dream.

The big surprise for me is that age is just a number, ... It's a number without meaning. A person who dies at 40 -- through cancer, a car accident, what have you -- how old is that person, really, at 38? He's near the end of his life, whether he knows it or not. And what about a person who dies at 100? How old is that person, really, at 78?