First of all, isn't five thousand dollars a lot for sex? No, really. That's the first thing I thought.

I may not be a porn star with hour-long stamina and foot-long -- well, stamina, but five grand is, come on, a vacation somewhere, or a good used car, or a...

The Man Who Came to Dinner is a play from the thirties and a movie from the forties that is well worth checking out sometime, for its pedigrees as well as its pleasures; but for now the essential bones of the plot are instructive, I think, for our contemporary politics.

I'm sure you've all heard the old saying, "It's better to light one candle than to curse the darkness." It's one of those classics whose wisdom we've all accepted for a long time. You know, that it's better to take action, even a small action, than to get mad and...

"So, Tuesday night, the Playboy Mansion. Do you want seven o'clock or eight?"

Over the years in show business I've found that the best response is often to take the phone away from your head and stare at it for a few seconds. So that's what I did.

First of all, is this the first time a Super Tuesday has ever directly followed a Super Sunday? If so, does that mean the next day is Super Monday? It certainly wasn't for me, but maybe that's because I had too much on Super Sunday. What does that make Wednesday,...

I was reading about that San Francisco Zoo tiger thing the other day.

It actually was the other day, because I save old newspapers. Not forever, or a lot of them, and not like those slightly hermitic older folks whose apartments devolve into labyrinthine tunnels between stacks of Look and...

I was in India when the strike started. (That's right, India. Not Indianapolis; India.)

Magnificent place, India, by the way. It was my first time, I was there for a part in a movie, and I was constantly touched by their ancient civilization, their instinctive feeling for the spirit...