The Ultimate Mystery Is One's Own Self.

I Had More Clothes Than I Had Closets, More Cars Than Garage Space, But No Money.

Once I Get Outside My House In The Morning, I'm On.

Most Orgies That You Go To, I Have Found, Most Of It Is Sad. All That Wildness, All Those Laughs Were Like The Shining Silver And Gold Paper On Packages, But There Was Nothing Inside.

I Have A Respect For Elvis And My Friendship. It Ain't My Business What He Did In Private. The Only Thing I Want To Know Is, 'was He My Friend?', 'did I Enjoy Him As A Performer?', 'did He Give The World Of Entertainment Something?' - And The Answer Is Yes On All Accounts. The Other Jazz Just Don't Matter.

Alcohol Gives You Infinite Patience For Stupidity.