I absolutely love the public transportation system in New York. No matter what, no matter how people complain, it is the best in the world.

That's my punishment in hell, shoveling horseshit.

I think people are so disillusioned with the parties. It's one party with two different names, and they are so spineless.

They don't allow a dying on the highway. No Passing. They give you a ticket if you die on the highway.

I've avoided work all my life, you see. So, I'm like a bee. I go from flower to flower.

It's one day at a time, that's all there is to it, and so I don't have to worry about it. All I do is, okay, I do not have to drink. And if I feel like it, I postpone it for ten minutes, and that way I find something else to do in the meantime.

The alcoholism got me and I ruined my first marriage with drinking and the lying and the deceit and infidelity, and all of that. The whole bloody thing.