I woke up one morning to find I was famous. I bought a white Rolls-Royce and drove down Sunset Boulevard, wearing dark specs and a white suit, waving like the Queen Mum.

People're artists they're doing something, taking a hunk of chaps, giving it some order, some form, and presenting it saying here is my little song and dance, my chaos.

It grieves us to produce work that is not perfect.

Being sober for so many years is getting interesting.

When did I realize I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realized I was talking to myself.

I'm the most gregarious of men and love good company, but never less alone when alone.

Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist *can* come from *anywhere*.