I realized the other day that I've lived in New York longer than I've lived anywhere else. It's amazing: I am a New Yorker. It's strange; I never thought I would be.

Money goes to money heaven, body goes to body hell.

People got extremely comfortable with being able to turn on their television and see MTV say, "This guy's hot you should buy this record."

I usually don't agree with what I say very much. I'm an awful liar.

Secret thinker sometimes listening aloud.

Actually, my ambition at eight or nine years old was to be one of Little Richard's sax players, and that's when I got my first saxophone, a Selmer. It was a strange Bakelite material - that creamy plastic with all the gold keys on it. I had to get a job as a butcher's delivery boy to start paying for it.

Speak in extremes, it'll save you time.