I was one those kids who had books on them. Before weddings Bar Mitzvahs funerals and anything else where you're actually meant to not be reading my family would frisk me and take the book away. If they didn't find it by this point in the procedure I would be sitting over in that corner completely unnoticed just reading my book.

Success is a public affair. Failure is a private funeral.

I was fantasising about my own death I started thinking what my funeral would be like and what music would be played I was at that level of insanity.

I was brought up by very witty people who were dealing with quite difficult things: disease and death... I was brought up by people who tended to giggle at funerals.

Let no one weep for me or celebrate my funeral with mourning for I still live as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.

I didn't attend the funeral but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.

I have a hat. It is graceful and feminine and give me a certain dignity as if I were attending a state funeral or something. Someday I may get up enough courage to wear it instead of carrying it.

I had a friend who was a clown. When he died all his friends went to the funeral in one car.

Old age: I fall asleep during the funerals of my friends.