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I've been called a moron since I was about four. My father called me a moron. My grandfather said I was a moron. And a lot of times when I'm driving, I hear I'm a moron. I like being a moron.
My father's mother was from Liverpool and she had this very beautiful English china. I only wanted to drink my cocoa out of my grandmother's cup and saucer.
And how can man die better than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods?
My father I liked, but it was only after his death that I got to know him by writing the play.
My mother had early-onset Alzheimer's, and it took her four years to die. She was only 44; I was 14.
I did have a very advanced grandmother, my mother's mother, who wanted to buy me a camera. My parents wouldn't let her. Eventually she won, and I got a camera in about 1948, a Voigtlander.
I only like doing live telly. It's great because you go in and do it and then go home. No edit, no retakes.
You get to Hollywood and you are in the land of big money where they don't like to see only one screenwriter's name. It's much better if you've got four or five.
I have known Harold Ford Jr. since before he was born, in that his father was my driver in the 1966 governor's race, and has remained a friend of mine all these years.
