Tonight's forecast: DARK. Continued mostly dark tonight, turning to wildly scattered light in the morning

I think people should be allowed to do anything they want. We haven't tried that for a while. Maybe this time it'll work.

Every time you use the phrase all my life it has a different meaning.

I'll tell you a little secret about the Blues: it's not enough to know which notes to play, you have to know why they need to be played.

As it stands right now, I lead Richard Pryor in heart attacks, two to one. However, Richard still leads me, one to nothing, in burning yourself up.

Who decides when the applause should die down? It seems like it's a group decision; everyone begins to say to themselves at the same time, "Well, okay, that's enough of that."

If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted?