Love, as wonderful and horrible as it is, has at its center a kind of pitiful humor.

Pessimists are usually kind. The gay, bubbling over, have to time for the pitiful.

I grew up with the Gene Kelly look at war. The cheerful kind of stories you tell about a horrendous war.

Pinkville was called Pinkville because in the military maps, it was shaded a bright kind of shimmering pink, which signified what was called on the maps a 'built up' area, which was extremely misleading - 'built up' only meant there were little villages and it wasn't just desolate paddy land or unpopulated.

Life is never all one thing. It bounces around. Certainly, my own life has. Look at Woody Allen's funny movies - all the humor comes out of sad stuff. Sometimes you have to laugh, no matter what life deals you.

He's a very dynamic and wonderful speaker. He's very knowledgeable.