The way I see it, the earth is going to be here after we're dead and gone. Even if it's a polluted planet, and they messed it up. Where do they go from here - to another planet so they can mess that up too?

My grandmother used to discipline me, I mean, beat my ass, and I deserved them, too.

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 see people as the nucleus of a great idea that hasn't come to be yet.

That's insanity. We must be good all the time.

I never met anybody who said when they were a kid, I wanna grow up and be a critic.

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