There is no better therapy than understanding.

I feel great. I had a triple bypass in 1976 and a quadruple bypass in 1984.

I didn't get hurt in the contest. I hurt it the next day.

Probably the best thing that happened to me was going nuts. Nobody knew who I was until that happened.

Spread the diaper in the position of the diamond with you at bat. Then fold second base down to home and set the baby on the pitcher's mound. Put first base and third together, bring up home plate and pin the three together. Of course, in case of rain, you gotta call the game and start all over again.

Nutrition makes me puke.

... I want the world to know that people like me who have returned from the half-world of mental oblivion are not forever contaminated. We have been sick.