A man with an excruciatingly painful condition wrote me and told me that his doctor said that the only cure for what he has is death, and he might want to consider suicide. What do you say to him? I doubt the, "Hey let's go get some coffee and talk" thing is going to be at all helpful.

When I die, the world dies with me. I'd really like to leave it better than how I found it and I'm doing what I can to effect that.

The idea that any performer type is owed anything is a joke to me.

Keep walking. Hot night right now, right here. All you have is what you are. All you want is much too much. All you get is so much less. All you feel is nothing. All you see is darkness. All you know is senseless and all you can do about it is ride.

You don't have to twist my arm to work.

Having an identity is one thing. Being born into an identity is quite a different matter.

Juan Williams is a very sharp guy.