It's unlikely I'll ever submit to a psychiatrist's couch. I don't want some stranger prowling around through my psyche, monkeying with my id. I don't need an analyst to tell me that I have never had any sense of security. Who has?

I have been tight as a tick! Fried as a mink! Stiff as a goat!

If I had to live my life again, I'd make the same mistakes, only sooner.

Fill what is empty, empty what is full, and scratch where it itches.

I detest acting because it is sheer drudgery.

A frozen daiquiri of a scorching afternoon is soothing. It makes living more tolerable.

My father warned me about men and booze but he never said anything about women and cocaine.