All patriarchal societies are either preparing for war, at war, or recovering from war.

I've just completed a five-year period that can perhaps best be called a breathing spell. A time of getting my health back and gathering my strength. That time also included incredible cocaine abuse, a heart attack and my wife's recovery from both alcoholism and cocaine abuse.

We think in language. The quality of our thoughts and ideas can only be as good as the quality of our language.

Everything that you know about yourself comes from thinking back, and I think I saw religion as the first big betrayal of me.

The women who line up at a comic's dressing-room door are not what you'd call your class groupies.

There's a part of me that is angry. Not in the sense of, "Gee, George is an angry guy!" I mean, anyone who's been with me five minutes, five years, whatever, they would tell you they've rarely seen me in a moment of anger. Yes, I can become highly irritated in a line that's moving slowly, or with a clerk who's incompetent. But I don't yell. I don't get rude. I am clear about what I expect. In a store, my mother always told me, "Ask for the manager immediately. It changes the tone of the conversation."

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.