When he got loaded, the human cannonball knew there were not many men of his caliber.

You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.

In adolescence you have to separate yourself and establish your identity. So, being very independent anyway, I took charge.

If black boxes survive air crashes - why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?

What wine goes with Captain Crunch?

If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled?

Early in my career I was divided because I had the real self underneath: the lawbreaker, the anarchist, the person who swims against the tide, the outsider, the loner, all of that guy. He was my private self, and I had this other side that wanted to be liked in order to do all those things I dreamed of as a little boy. I didn't realize that those things didn't go together until later. And I'm quite sure that my use of acid and peyote helped me accept what was really going on inside of me instead of what I had imposed on myself.