When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke

Everybody knows by now that there's a gazillion books on me either out or coming out in the near future. So I'm encouraging anybody who's ever met me, heard me or even seen me, to get in on the action and scribble their own book. You never know, somebody might have a great book in them.

I got this grave yard woman.

Well, it's hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon When it's nine below zero And three o'clock in the afternoon.

Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule.

...don't criticize what you can't understand, your sons and your daughters are beyond your command.

I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.