Don Rickles

My grandchildren just know me now as Mr. Potato Head.

I was 28 when my father died, and I was an only child.

Alan King, a comedian I adored, was considered society, and I was considered the Jewish kid from the neighborhood.

I have thrown chairs, but only during football matches. Generally, I am well-behaved. I do not like to make people angry.

I have a lot of kids in my district who haven't been to the beach, much less Washington, D.C., and that's 20 miles away.

It took me realizing that a broken heart has never actually killed anyone to find the courage to ask for what I want, in just about every situation. That was part of my own growing up.