Anywhere I hang my heart is home... it's just the closet that keeps moving.

Keep your sense of humor, my friend; if you don't have a sense of humor it just isn't funny anymore.

A clown I knew who was retiring from Ringling Brothers gave me his giant shoes, and somebody else made me a clown suit.

Death was Patrick Henry's second choice.

Sure, I could of done it different... put my clown in a closet and dressed up in straight clothing. I could of compromised my essence, and swallowed my soul.

we're all bozos on the bus, so might as well sit back and enjoy the ride.

We are all the same person trying to shake hands with our self.