I'm not into those kind of rivalries. I remember standing out in front of Stratford, minding my own business. Carload of about eighty kids would pull up: 'STRATFORD SUCKS!' Am I supposed to run after these guys? I'd just stand there, you know. They'd back up. 'STRATFORD SUCKS! ...STRATFORD SUCKS!' I'd say, 'I know. I go there. You're wasting gas, man.

It's you people dying from nothing that are screwed. I got all sorts of neat gadgets waiting for me...oxygen tent, iron lung.

Isn't that weird, we've made nature against the law. That's how un-natural we've become.

I don't do drugs anymore... than, say, the average touring funk band.

What kind of people are these with such low self-esteem that they need a war to feel better about themselves?

Laughter makes the bitter swallowing of truth, for some, a little easier.

I love talking about Kennedy assassination...a great archetypal example of how totalitarian government...sorry, wrong meeting.