Norman Mailer described the desire to be cool as a "decision to encourage the psychopath in oneself, to explore that domain of experience where security is boredom and therefore sickness and one exists in the present, in that enormous present which is without past or future, memory or planned intention.

[When I die], I will decidedly not be regretting missed opportunities for a good time. My regrets will be more along the lines of a sad list of people hurt, people let down, assets wasted and advantages squandered.

At the end of a dinner at my house, my kitchen sink is filled with dishes and there's nothing pretty about the garbage.

Without new ideas success can become stale

I'd love to play bass with Parliament Funkadelic, but I can't play bass, so I don't think that's going to happen.

I could eat bloody Elvis - if you put enough vinegar on him.

The older I get, and the more I travel in particular, the less I care about what exactly is in the dish than who's cooking it and why.