What a fool I would have been to let self-respect interfere with my happiness!

I say in speeches that a plausible mission of artists is to make people appreciate being alive at least a little bit. I am then asked if I know of any artists who pulled that off. I reply, 'The Beatles did.

What you can become is the miracle you were born to be through the work that you do.

On the day they dropped the bomb Frank had a tablespoon and a Mason jar. What he was doing was spooning different kinds of bugs into the jar and making them fight....I can remember other bug fights we staged later on...They won't fight unless you keep shaking the jar.

There is no peace, I'm sorry to say. We find it. We lose it. We find it again. We lose it again.

If you would be unloved and forgotten, be reasonable.

What memories for mud to have.