If life was fair, Elvis would be alive and all the impersonators would be dead.

He's so fat, he can be his own running mate.

The worst gift is a fruitcake. There is only one fruitcake in the entire world, and people keep sending it to each other.

I can't go anywhere without being bugged by somebody. I'd love to just hike out down the street, or drop in a restaurant, or wander in the park, or take my kids somewhere without collecting a trail of people. But I can't.

I have an ego like anybody else, but I don't need to be stoked by going before the public all the time.

What's all this fuss about plutonium? How can something named after a Disney character be dangerous?

I don't think it's you that changes with success - it's the people around you who change. Because of your new status, they change in relation to you.