I have always hated bowling, and I don't mind admitting it.

George McGovern, for all his mistakes... understands what a fantastic monument to all the best instincts of the human race this country might have been, if we could have kept it out of the hands of greedy little hustlers like Richard Nixon.

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.

Sex, drugs, and insanity have always worked for me, but I wouldn't recommend them for everyone.

If you're going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you're going to be locked up.

No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride...and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well...maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten.

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