I loved Hendrix. I mean, really, really loved him. As if he were one of the great classical composers. And he was. That's how I saw him.

All I can say is what I've always said: If you break your leg, stop thinking about dancing and start decorating the cast.

At least I've had one foot in a very normal kind of life.

Excitable boy, they all said, he killed and raped her and brought her home.

Can't you just imagine digging up the King, begging him to sing about those heavenly mansions Jesus mentioned.

Enjoy every sandwich.

Speaking as one who has abused privilege a long time, I tell you, it's great to be alive.