Things Happen To You Out

[on Writing To Alice Walker, Author Of The Color Purple:] I Told Her I Would Play A Venetian Blind, Dirt On The Floor, Anything.

It Bums Me Out Tremendously What The Church Has Become, And If It's Got Me Bummed, Imagine What Jesus Christ Must Be Feeling.

I Eat Eight Bags Of Chips In One Sitting, And Then Nothing For A Day Or Two. I Learned That My Body Thought It Was Starving, So It Would Hold On To Fat.

All I Really Want To Do Is Just Keep Acting, And Some Of It Will Stink, And Some Of It Will Be Really Good, And Maybe When I'm 85 And Presenting An Oscar Like Bette Davis Did, I Can Look Back And Say, 'it Was Okay, I Did All Right.'

If You Don't Look Out For Others, Who Will Look Out For You?