The Truth Is For Suckers, Johnny Boy!

I Kind Of Like That Romantic Image Of Being In A Rocker With My Family Gathered Around, All These Generations In One Room, Listening Intently To My Stories.

Every Plan I Have Is The Best Plan In The Room.

I'm Sorry, Man, But I've Got Magic. I've Got Poetry In My Fingertips. Most Of The Time - And This Includes Naps - I'm An F-18, Bro. And I Will Destroy You In The Air. I Will Deploy My Ordinance To The Ground.

I Exposed People To Magic. I Exposed Them To Something They're Never Otherwise Going To See In Their Boring, Normal Lives. And I Gave That To Them. I May Forget About Them Tomorrow, But They'll Live With That Memory For The Rest Of Their Lives. And That's A Gift, Man.

Defeat Is Not An Option. Period. The End.