I never liked stardom. It's weird to me. I only like the creative process. I only like the work.

I'm tired of malicious articles slandering me.

My nose was part of my heritage, and if I had talent to sing and to act, why wasn't that enough?

Why is it men are permitted to be obsessed about their work, but women are only permitted to be obsessed about men?

Oh God, don't envy me, I have my own pains.

. . . it is true, even people with painful childhoods. . . grow up to be more interesting people. So, there's always a positive to a negative.

I'd take out a joint and light it. First, just faking it. Then I started lighting live joints, passing them around to the band, you know. I was great, it relieved all my tensions. And I ended up with the greatest supply of grass ever. Other acts up and down the Strip heard about what I was doing - Little Anthony and the Imperials, people like that - and started sending me the best dope in the world. I never ran out.