I've never really been wanted.

It looks like I'm going to be 40 and life begins at 40 -​ so they promise. And I believe it, too.

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me With just a pocketful of soap.

Life is what happens to you while you're planning on doing something else.

I'm a freakin' artist, man, not a (expletive) race horse.

I've been reading [Nikita] Khrushchev Remembers. I know he's a bit of a lad himself - but he seemed to think that making a religion out of an individual was bad; that doesn't seem to be part of the basic Communist idea. Still people are people, that's the difficulty.

Reporter lady: What's that color? John: Hm. I'd call this a color!