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.

Good morning! What we have in mind is breakfast in bed for four hundred thousand.

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.

There are no mistakes and it's never boring on the edge of imagination, which is only pure spirit having a bit of fun.

I always say, dare to struggle, dare to grin

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

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