Grass probably helped me as much as it hurt me. Especially as a performer. When you're high, it's easy to kid yourself about how clever certain mediocre pieces of material are. But, on the other hand, pot opens windows and doors that you may not be able to get through any other way.

To me, smoking pot meant sitting with a newspaper on my legs, rolling the seeds down, pulling the twigs out and finally producing a perfectly cylindrical, absolutely wonderful joint that you either locked at both ends or pinched off, or pinched at one end and left open at the other.

The secretiveness. The stealth. Those were obviously the aspects of cocaine use I was addicted to.

The only thing high-definition television will do is provide sharper images of the garbage.

In the doggie dictionary, under "bow wow" it says, "See "arf arf.""

We spend the early years feeding our brains with information and the latter half trying not to think about it all.

The planet isn't going anywhere. We are.