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.

I am thrilled to get the chance to write comics - and to tell Forgotten Realms tales, to boot!

Well, I actually wrote her a letter a couple of days ago congratulating her. The tone I tried to convey in the letter is, look, you are a part of a great American historical process.

If every time you engage in a sex act, you go into a confession box, you will never accept your own sexuality.