If I were dead, I would be the last to know.
Drugs had shown me little bits here and there-they had rolled across the carpet once or twice, but I had been able to get them out of my mind.
I do have a spongelike ear or mentality or whatever you call it, but it's probably a bit subconscious.
I'm mad, you know? I don't think of retiring at all.
There is good and bad in everyone.
When two great saints meet, it's a humbling experience.