I'm supposed to have a Ph.D. on the subject of women.

I don't know what other singers feel when they articulate lyrics, but being an 18-karat manic-depressive and having lived a life of violent emotional contradictions, I have an overacute capacity for sadness as well as elation.

Don't get even, get mad.

If power doesn't mean that you have the opportunity to work with the people that you love , then you haven't really got any.

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.

As you may know, I have many good friends in the press who, unfortunately, have thus far refused to identify themselves and go public.

Don’t hide your scars. They make you who you are