I thought I was the last American weirdo then I met Chris Chandler.

Elvis is everywhere. Elvis is everything. Elvis is everybody. Elvis is still The King.

Rave music sounds like an electronic disco version of '30s Universal monster movies.

When I look out into your faces, you know what I see? I see a little bit of Elvis in each and every one of you out there.

National 21 drinking age, huh, what do you think about that? A bunch of malarkey, whatever malarkey is, man, it's a whole bunch of it.

Tiffany is wrestling in Jell-O.

Me and Don Henley are fast acquaintances now, or something. He actually got on stage and sang with me.

People from outer space they come up to me, they don't look like Doctor Spock, they don't look like Klingons, all that Star Trek jive. They look like Elvis.

I graduated from college in Ohio and bummed around for a while, and then I joined VISTA, which was a domestic Peace Corps kind of thing, and they sent me to Colorado.

Debbie Gibson is pregnant with my two headed love child, it's a big foot baby all covered in fur.

She's vibrator dependent.

(the whole world is at thethroat of the world, everybody feels angry, short-changed, cheated, everybody is despondent, disillusioned.)I welcomed shots of peace, tattered shards ofhappiness.

I seem to remember asking myself if I was insane, and answering, ''Of couse I am - sanity is a compromise. Sanity is the thing that keeps one back.

The time is my vehicle & the light is my fuel.

Early One Morning takes time and, I mean, all things like that I felt were very important.

Vietnam, me love you long time. All day, all night, me love you long time.

I hope you don’t mind my joining you,” said Leanne. I minded. After all, she’d tried to kill me. A girl in a novel would say it was hard to believe, but it wasn’t.

Do whatever work feeds your true self, even if it’s not a safe bet, even if it’s like a crazy risk, even if everyone in your life tells you you’re wrong or bad or crazy.

I want to be with my wife. Sitting on a deckchair, sipping some tea, and reading books in a retirement home, in a beautiful and warm place. I'm a romantic guy.

Oh my gosh,Nick. You're not wearing a shirt! This must be one of those exciting days ending in Y.

Honestly, a lot of liberals are foot soldiers in the war on Christmas.