Most of the things I do are misunderstood. Hey, after all, being misunderstood is the fate of all true geniuses, is it not?

I will never feel successful.

I'm on the air five hours, and I blurt out anything in my head. Dangerous? Maybe.

It's no treat being in bed with me.

Well, first of all, I'm worth every penny.

There are a lot of so-called "good Americans" who are really a bunch of bums.

I still feel like I gotta prove something. There are a lot of people hoping I fail. But I like that. I need to be hated.