Certainly there are people who like me, but then there are those who don't know me who gossip about me. You can't believe the things I've heard.

As we all know, there is no underwear in space.

I'd like to wear my old [cinnamon buns] hairstyle again - but with white hair. I think that would be funny.

Believe me, I didn't think there was some princely family I belonged to.

My inner world seems largely to consist of three rotating emotions: embarrassment, rage, and tension. Sometimes I feel excited, but I think that's just positive tension.

I love the idea of God, but it's not stylistically in keeping with the way I function. I would describe myself as an enthusiastic agnostic who would be happy to be shown that there is a God. I can see that people who believe in God are happier. ... But I doubt.

Running for office is the least aerobic of the socially interactive sports.