With the birth of the artist came the inevitable afterbirth... the critic
I wanted to entertain so badly that I kept at it until I was good. I just browbeat my way into show business.
He who hesitates is poor.
All right, I am often brash, rude and brutally direct. Someday I'm going to die and I don't have time to toe-dance around the periphery of hatred.
Don’t be stupid, be a smarty / Come and join the Nazi Party!
I was a soldier in WWII. The last couple of months of the war I was actually in combat.