“Isn’t there a simpler way of not pissing off the big vipers?”

I wouldn’t trust a man who wouldn’t try to steal a little.

Bloodletting on my premises that I ain’t approved I take as a f***ing affront. It puts me off my feed.

You can’t slit the throat of everyone whose character it would improve.

The obvious merits utterance. Character is f**king pertinent.

Pain or damage don’t end the world.

The question is: until reinforced, can we learn the ways of church mice.

Change ain’t looking for friends. Change calls the tune we all dance to.

Don’t I yearn for the days when a draw across the throat made f**king resolution.

Announcing your plans is a good way to hear God laugh.

Yeah, the cut throats and the pigs. But who wants all that blood spilled, judge, huh?

Stand it like a man, and give some back.

Let’s leave it all alone. I’m stupidest when I try to be funny.

Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea.

The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store.

When big-time blunders occur in any workplace, the boss or bosses usually are at fault, not clerks or secretaries or salespeople.

Everyone should fail in a big way at least once before reaching forty.

And if those two other doctors get paid by Big Snack Food, like certain climate deniers get paid by Big Coal, I shouldn’t take their advice.

There were dinosaur big bands, and that was great. Those were my influences.

Love is as big a myth that God sits with his flowing white beard in a throne and looks at us.

Al and Tommy and I sharing the biggest laugh because it was predicted by everything we did in the first three or four records in my career.

But when Americans lack the most basic information about our domestic surveillance programs, they have no way of knowing whether we’re getting that balance right. This lack of transparency is a big problem.

Big pharma has a strangle hold on the politicians. They’re stepping over the corpses of the children of America to cash their checks.