Who you gonna believe-me or your lying eyes?

The MS really started going downhill in 1990.

I just don't want to die alone, that's all. That's not too much to ask for, is it It would be nice to have someone care about me, for who I am, not about my wallet.

A sold-out house my first night back. Do you have any idea what kinda pressure that is? I could have been at home in my warm bed, playing Nintendo.

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.

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

I'm not addicted to cocaine. I just like the way it smells.