[Writing] is edit, edit, edit. It's almost like getting a boat ready to go to sea. You've still got a countless number of things left to fix, but you've just got to go, "O.K., everybody get on the boat. We're going, ready or not."

I'm going back to my parrot head friends.

Back to my childhood where those monsters reside. They snack on innocence and dine on self esteem.

You get religion as your hair turns grey.

My only contact with the outside world was an RCA Victrola, and Elvis would sing, and then I'd dream about expensive cars.

With you, I would walk anywhere

Humor has bailed me out of more tight situations than I can think of. If you go with your instincts and keep your humor, creativity follows. With luck, success comes, too.