“If you have borderline personality disorder hang up; you have already pushed everybody’s buttons.”

Welcome to the psychiatric hotline: if you are obsessive compulsive press one repeatedly. If you are schizophrenic listen closely and a little voice will tell you which number to press.

Tomorrow is another day, we rather hope it will be better but better it won’t be unless self-foibles are examined.

Psychopaths know intellectually what is immoral they just don’t have a feeling of immorality about it.

Eleanor Roosevelt doesn’t ever do anything that is going to hurt her husband. She tries things out on him. She gets permission to do things.

Opinions are like belly buttons; everybody has one. I never knock a man for his opinion.

Me as a person, I’m not the president of the NBPA (National Basketball Players Association). I don’t even know what to say. I’m not like this perfect, buttoned-up, suit-and-tie guy.

If the first button of one’s coat is wrongly buttoned, all the rest will be crooked.

The man upstairs is pushing the buttons, and if your name happens to be on that button, well, thank you.

On a sea floor that looks like a sandy mud bottom, that at first glance might appear to be sand and mud, when you look closely and sit there as I do for a while and just wait, all sorts of creatures show themselves, with little heads popping out of the sand. It is a metropolis.

Maybe I’ll make a huge color tapestry from my belly button lint.

I would be able to infer, form the shape of that button