I'm not going to have a tombstone. I'm going to be tossed in the air. Ashes, tossed like a salad.

It was the early 1970s and I was recently divorced. I had three kids and was totally broke. I managed to find work back east on the straw-hat circuit - summer stock - but couldn't afford hotels, so I lived out of the back of my truck, under a hard shell.

Memories were the markers of the journey through life. It was necessary to know where you had come from. Only then could you know where you were going.

If we can clean up our world, I'll bet you we can achieve warp drive.

Babies have big heads and big eyes, and tiny little bodies with tiny little arms and legs. So did the aliens at Roswell! I rest my case.

What is down will go up. At the same time, you have to be prepared for what is up to go down.

I know very little about the viral, electronic world, but I use Twitter to communicate not only information that I think some of the fans want to hear about but also ideas.