Any attempts at autobiography before the age of eighty seem pretty self-involved to me. There are a lot of smart middle aged people but not many wise ones.

I hate to mention age, but I come from an era when we weren't consumed by technology and television.

Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder, So I can't look back for too long. There's just too much to see waiting in front of me, and I know that I just can't go wrong.

Is it time for your medication or mine?

I've done a bit of smuggling, I've run my share of grass. I made enough money to buy Miami, but I piss it away so fast.

The beautiful people in the magazines, got the normal ones living beyond their means.

While my mind is flexible, these brittle bones don't bend.