For what is a man, what has he got. If not himself, then he has naught.

The only male singer who I've seen besides myself and who's better than me--that is Michael Jackson.

If I had done everything I'm credited with, I'd be speaking to you from a laboratory jar at Harvard.

Basically, I'm for anything that gets you through the night - be it prayer, tranquilizers or a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Should have a Ph.d. on the subject of women. Anyhow the fact of the matter is I've failed usually. I'm exceptionally enamored with women; I respect them. Yet, in the same way as all men, I don't comprehend them.

Fresh air makes me throw up. I can't handle it. I'd rather be around three Denobili cigars blowing in my face all night.

What's [the Beatles'] I Am the Walrus all about?