In The Sixties And Seventies

That’s The Big Challenge Of Life—to Chisel Disappointment Into Wisdom So People Respect You And You Don’t Annoy Your Friends With Your Whining.

I've Had This Look For About A Year. I Usually Grow This Beard Out Around Christmas. I Like To Go To Malls Dressed As Jesus, And I Like To Then Walk Around The Mall And Go, 'no! No! This Wasn't What It Was Supposed To Be About, People!' Then If There's A Santa At The Mall, I Walk Up To Him And Say, 'listen, Fat Man, You're Just A Clown At My Birthday Party.'

Show Business Is One Of The Few Businesses That The Devil Will Actually Agree To Own Just A Portion Of Your Soul Because He Knows If You Have A Performer's Ego You Were Probably Working For Him All Along.

I Think Things Evolve Into Jokes. I Don't Generally Write Them Down As Jokes. I Talk Them Out.

It Seems People Are More Willing To Let Other People Control Their Minds Now And Recreational Drug Use Doesn't Seem To Have That Same Renegade Sense Of Adventure That It Once Did.