I'm not a social rider. Strictly professional.

Almost all of your life is lived by the seat of your pants, one unexpected event crashing into another, with no pattern or reason, and then you finally reach a point, around my age, where you spend more time than ever looking back. Why did this happen? Look where that led? You see the shape of things.

I'm real comfortable around people, and it took a long time for me to evolve to that point.

1% of the population has all the money and the other 99% have nothing.

I've never worked with a tail, that I can remember. But there's so much I can't remember.

I had an opportunity to be in Frank's [Sinatra] circle, but I couldn't take advantage of it because I couldn't get over how awed I was by him. It was so uncomfortable for me because he meant so much to me, but I just couldn't be myself, so I fled rather than having those great nights hanging out.

I live in a bubble. I don't read the blogs, or go on the internet, and I really just don't know what people are saying because, well I guess I'm afraid to.