When my mother got home from work she would take me to the movies. It was her way of getting out and she would take me with her. I'd go home and act all the parts. It had a tremendous influence on my becoming an actor.

I would drive home and see people wearing my No. 34 jersey and wonder why because I didn't feel worthy of that. And all the time I just knew people were staring at me talking about me everywhere I went.

David Lee Roth had the idea that if you covered a successful song you were half way home. C'mon - Van Halen doing 'Dancing in the Streets'? It was stupid. I started feeling like I would rather bomb playing my own songs than be successful playing someone else's music.

Having been let out of the barn once I know I wouldn't be happy if I were home all the time.

What the New Yorker calls home would seem like a couple of closets to most Americans yet he manages not only to live there but also to grow trees and cockroaches right on the premises.

My restless roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.

I would go to work from 9 to 6 go home nap for two hours then write from 8 to 2 a.m.

I ask myself: Would I have been any worse off if I had stayed home or lived on a farm instead of shock treatments and medication?

I would have gone home to my mother but I'm not that crazy about my mother.

I was kind of secretly hoping one of my kids would go out and make a million bucks. So when they put me in a home at least I'll have a window with a view.