I never eat sushi. I have trouble eating things that are merely unconscious.

Anyone who's onstage is going to attract a certain number of misguided people. But I was never very interested in groupies. Instead of thinking about the sex, I'd always think about the clap and the crabs those people have.

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."

Every person you look at, you can see the universe in their eyes, if you're really looking

My advice: Just keep movin' straight ahead. Every now and then you find yourself in a different place.

The other night I ate at a real nice family restaurant. Every table had an argument going.

Personally, emotionally, I'd rather divorce myself from the world than face the heartbreak of partial success. Because partial success implies overwhelming failure.