The struggle goes on. The victory is in the struggle, for me. And I accepted that a long time ago.

I know who I am. I don't have to brag. I know what I contributed. I know what I did. You think you can do it better? Hey, go right ahead. The stage is yours.

I have an old brain but a terrific memory.

Understood what the struggle was about. My mother. Couldn't read or write, but she had more sense than many a graduate from Harvard.

I went to all the Love-Ins. I took my kids. I enjoyed myself.

I probably worked every single entertainment medium, including some that don't exist. I worked the circus, carnival, I had my own medicine show, I worked 18 years of radio.

If anything I consider myself an anarchist.