Well, I'm still here. Didn't have to go to rehab, and I'm not broke.

Mr. Bear, you know in the eyes of the Lord, we're both beasts.

Found a shaman in a diaper with a poppy pot. When I asked if he was cold, he said just think hot.

I want to keep going as I have, to travel, read, perform, write, and enjoy my family. I've promised myself only this: no more Laundromats, no more two-shows-a-night, and no more deadlines. I'll work at my own pace.

Elvis up in Michigan and maybe out in Mars.

Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years to late. Cannons don't thunder, there's nothing to plunder, I'm an over forty victim of fate.

When the good times come around, they gallup in like wild horses. You just try to stay on them for as long as you can. And when they throw you offyou just wait in the shade until they come around again.