There's nothing wrong with you that a little Prozac and a polo mallet can't cure.

In order to be successful, all you've got to do is show up 80 percent of the time.

If you aren't failing every now and then, you're probably playing it too safe.

I carry a bullet in my breast pocket. Once, a crazy evangelist threw a bible at me, which would have gone through my heart if it wasn't for the bullet.

I was in analysis. I was suicidal. As a matter of fact, I would have killed myself, but I was in analysis with a strict Freudian and if you kill yourself they make you pay for the sessions you miss.

I always felt that the problems of the world would never ever be solved until people came to terms with the deeper issues [spiritual] - that there would be an aimless reshuffling of world leaders and governments and programs.

What is it about death that bothers me? Probably the hours.