When I came back into show business in '88 after spending 20-odd years in the civil service, it wasn't planned.
When they gave me that trophy, bro, I cried.
People are threatened by me. Rich white, rich blacks, it doesn't matter.
My rookie year, I was very immature.
My last year with the Spurs, I was late to practice one time.
My feet are like gnarled old tree branches.
Maybe my life isn't great. We don't have all the answers. Look at it from my side.
Here's where I luck out: I'm really computer illiterate.
Punk rock is just another word for freedom.
But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.
The trouble with plastic surgery is that after 10 years, gravity wins out and you have to have another one in a year or so.