Being a kid myself, I loved playing and I loved playing with words, and making up things and riddles and songs and not afraid of being silly in public.

Here am I, a human being and that has a body that is getting old. And I only have one, I can't trade it in.

To me a saint is a severely edited sinner. That's what I think.

I wonder what I can do about war. Is it the destiny of human kind to eventually wipe ourselves out with these weapons of mass destruction? Are we stupid to think that we can control them?

There were a few people who got jobs in Limerick, a big barrel on wheels, and it was a barrel that went back and forth, and a shovel and a broom. So, they went around shoveling the horseshit into this barrel. So, you got that job when you were around 15, and then you got to retire at the age of 65, with a pension. A small pension. So that would be 50 years of shoveling horseshit. And I was advised very seriously that I should get that job.

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

This is the place for me where every single dream I ever had came to fruition and I love it dearly. I love ya, New York.