Some people call me a publicity hound.

Some people would like me to be round again.

Some people have called me pushy. Well, I call it determined.

Some people only recognize me for that - ain't you the meme guy?

Some people wanted me deported - as if you can be deported to Puerto Rico.

Some people call me a legend and the last of the greats, and I appreciate it.

Some people want to advertise their weirdness, and spread it out, that's not me.

Some people have a persona that they bring, and I can't do that. It's just me that you get, I'm afraid.

My little scam in April '85 went like this: Give me $50,000; here's some names of some people we've recruited.

One thing that somebody told me is that leadership is a lonely role - some people can do it, and some people can't.

People ask me if they can send me material, and some people give or send it to me unsolicited, but I rarely buy jokes.

People come up to me and they're usually nice, but as it goes on you realise that some people aren't nice. Some people are not nice at all.

Some people are near- or farsighted - I'm thorn-sighted. The thorns on the rose are in really sharp definition for me, the rose petals a little fuzzier.

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