To be honest, I've made a game out of trying to live through my James Dean, Janis Joplin, Freddie Prinze, Jim Morrison period, those demons that we all have that we're either successful or not at making work for us rather than destroy us.

Good-looking people turn me off. Myself included.

Everything is designed to help you sell out.

I will go so far as to say probably smoking had something to do with my pancreatic cancer.

All you have to do is follow three simple rules. One, never underestimate your opponent. Expect the unexpected. Two, take it outside. Never start anything inside the bar unless it's absolutely necessary. And three, be nice.

If I'm going to do television, I wanted that 'North and South' experience. I wanted something that's going to challenge me on a constant basis.

If anybody had that cure out there like so many people swear to me they do, you'd be two things: you'd be very rich, and you'd be very famous. Otherwise, shut up.