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

When an English man speaks well, for example now, and this is another way of putting us down, they say he's "eloquent" you see. "Oh, eloquent chap they are!" An Irish person speak well, they say, "Ah, you have the gift of the gab." "Ah, you kissed the blarney stone." You see, all of this putting us down.

I failed everything in school. I left when I was 13 because I had no comprehension of what the hell they were talking about up there at the blackboard. I must have that ADD thing. But, listening to people I thought, that's wonderful to be able to tell a story.

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

When I'm writing in long hand, it just goes on and on and on. When I was in the saloon business, I would just greet people and talk to them and avoid taxes, and getting behind the bar. What else.

Never make any reference to the other person's family. "You're just like your - " because that is out, completely.

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