For an entertainer, part of the thing you do is just style. And the coke did help me get into great runs of pure form.

The enjoyment has been diminishing. Now, there's no question that it's sort of fun to get high.

Where do we get our values from?

I sort of gave up on this whole human adventure a long time ago, divorced myself from it emotionally. It gives me an artistic detachment that I find valuable. I think the human race has squandered its gift, and I think this country has squandered its promise, for the sake of cell phones and Jet Skis.

Property is theft. Nobody "owns" anything. When you die, it all stays here.

Everybody in America is a part of this big herd of cattle being led to the marketplace, not to be sold, which is usual with cattle, but to do the buying. And everyone is branded.

I suspect there really was more to my accident than bad luck. I think it was God's way of punishing my nose.