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.

Among my friends, I'm not a little Boy Scout, and they love my humor, thank God.

You probably found 'How to Survive a Robot Uprising' in the humor section. Let's just hope that is where it belongs.

There is a term called political correctness, and I consider it to be a euphemism for political cowardice.

I'm quite content to spend my life helping young people find themselves. I've had my fill of politics.