"No comment" is a comment.

Looking back, I realize that my life has been a series of incidents where one person has said to another, "Get this asshole outta here!"

The safest place to be during an earthquake would be in a stationary store.

I was never a pipe or bong man. That's California stuff. I was an Eastern roller.

If someone loves you and they leave and don't come back, it was never meant to be. If someone loves you and they leave and come back, set them on fire.

I'm completely in favor of the separation of Church and State. My idea is that these two institutions screw us up enough on their own, so both of them together is certain death.

Sometimes, after I'd gone at the coke like one of those snow plows moving up First Avenue, I'd think my heart was over on the dresser, pounding, and I was watching it. I asked some of the doctors who drifted through the intensive-care unit what kind of effect total cocaine abuse has on the heart and they said things like, "Well, there's not enough valid information...." That kind of answer.