There is a core of loneliness. It's partly existential. Secondly, I was raised a loner. My parents were not there. My father was asked to leave because he couldn't metabolize ethanol. Actually, my mother ran away with us when I was 2 months old and my brother was 5. Real dramatic stuff: down the fire escape, through backyards. So, I sort of raised myself. I was alone a lot and I invented myself - I lived through the radio and through my imagination.

If at first you don't succeed, redefine success.

Heart disease has changed my eating habits, but I still cook bacon for the smell.

Somewhere in the world is a doctor who is worse than all other doctors...and someone has an appointment with him in the morning.

"No comment" is a comment.

Hey! Who stole my collection of used bandages?! And they also got away with my nude pictures of Ernest Borgnine!

Part of the pleasure of being alive is the knowledge that you're not dead yet.