I keep my mouth shut now. I've turned into a professional coward.

Nixon had the unique ability to make his enemies seem honorable, and we developed a keen sense of fraternity. Some of my best friends have hated Nixon all their lives. My mother hates Nixon, my son hates Nixon, I hate Nixon, and this hatred has brought us together.

I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.

I harbor a secret urge to whack a salesman in the face, crack his teeth and put red bumps around his eyes.

I learned a long time ago that reality was much weirder than anyone's imagination.

The regrets I have are so minor. You know, would I leave my Keith Richards hat, with the silver skull on it, on the stool at the coffee shop at LaGuardia? I wouldn't do that again. But overall, no, I don't have any regrets.

I noticed at once that Depp had a dangerously energized intelligence . . . He was a suave little brute, but he had a wicked sense of humor and a rare instinct for escalation.