I get a kick out of being an outsider constantly. It allows me to be creative.

Just one thing I know for sure, chicks dig jerks.

I love the Pope, I love seeing him in his Pope-Mobile, his three feet of bullet proof plexi-glass. That's faith in action folks! You know he's got God on his side.

I'm tired of this back-slappin' "isn't humanity neat" bullshit. We're a virus with shoes.

I'm totally confused about what I'm going to do with my life.

I was told when I grew up I could be anything I wanted: a fireman, a policeman, a doctor - even President, it seemed. And for the first time in the history of mankind, something new, called an astronaut. But like so many kids brought up on a steady diet of Westerns, I always wanted to be the avenging cowboy hero - that lone voice in the wilderness, fighting corruption and evil wherever I found it, and standing for freedom, truth and justice. And in my heart of hearts I still track the remnants of that dream wherever I go, in my endless ride into the setting sun.

Man, the Beatles were so high, they let Ringo sing a coupla tunes. Tell me they weren't partyin'.