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.

My occupational hazard is my occupation's just not around.

And you find as a writer there are certain spots on the planet where you write better than others, and I believe in that. And New Orleans is one of them.

Never did I think that I became family entertainment.

That to me is the way any good romantic would look at his life: Live it first, then write it down before you go.

Tonight I just need my guitar.

You know Death will get you in the end, but if you are smart and have a sense of humor, you can thumb your nose at it for awhile