“I don’t know where it’s all going to lead. I have no idea where I’m going. I would just like to be happy.”

I think things are going to go right for me again. I’m not old. I’m old enough, but I photograph young, thank God, and I still have a public. I still get fan mail.

Some kind of fun lasts longer than others.

I worked out of desperation. I used to hit fast and run in hopes that people wouldn’t realize that I really couldn’t do anything.

I don’t even have many friends anymore because I backed away from them. When things went wrong for me I didn’t want them to have any part of my trouble.

I would really love to do a musical, I don’t know in what capacity but something funny.

It’s better to just plough ahead. And if I say something they don’t get, I just make fun of myself for assuming that everybody knows everything about where I live.

You know, I’ve had my ups and downs.

When you get old, it’s hard to tell what’s memory and what you’ve kind of created in your head as memory, you know?

The one thing I know is that if you’re not paying attention, it will come back to bite you.

I can come off as pretty arrogant, but it’s because I know I’m right.

I want it to be so that when No. 27 is out there, they don’t know what’s going on because I do it all.

I know I can act and it doesn’t matter where you come from.