I'm related to the portrait painter George Romney.

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

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

To let the people know there was life beyond Shirley Dean, we decided to focus on voter registration; each day I set up my card table somewhere in the district, signed people up, and passed out noses.

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

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.

Well, this week for example, I was just in Los Angeles making a documentary for German television on whales. They had tried to get me in England where they missed me.