Hawaii is the best form of comfort for me. When I die, I want to be cremated, and I want half my ashes spread in the Pacific around the island, the rest on the property.

I won't talk about what it was like in prison, except to say I'm glad I'm out and that I plan never to go back and to pay my taxes every day.

I had some great things and I had some bad things. The best and the worst . . . In other words, I had a life.

I don't want to go through life as a Wonder Wheel murderer!

A lie is profanity. A lie is the worst thing in the world. Art is the ability to tell the truth.

I think about being married again, having a home and a wife. No one can ever be married too many times, and maybe if I keep trying I'll get it right one day.

Who you gonna believe-me or your lying eyes?