Everybody Marches To A Different Drummer.

Nothing Goes On Forever. I Think That's One Of The Illusions Of Life. When I Talk About My Life Being An Extension Of My Dreams And Fantasies, There's A Tendency To Think Of Them As Immature. I Live In A Mature World. The Majority Of The People In This Society Live With Delusions And Illusions Much More Irrational And Hurtful Than Mine. They Deal With Mortality, With Fantasies Relating To Heaven And Hell, And They Don't Really Deal With Their Problems At All.

The Notion That Playboy Turns Women Into Sex Objects Is Ridiculous. Women Are Sex Objects. If Women Weren't Sex Objects, There Wouldn't Be Another Generation. It's The Attraction Between The Sexes That Makes The World Go 'round. That's Why Women Wear Lipstick And Short Skirts.

I’ve Never Thought Of Playboy, Quite Frankly, As A Sex Magazine. I Always Thought Of It As A Lifestyle Magazine In Which Sex Was One Important Ingredient.

One Of The Sad Things, I Think, About The Younger Generation, Quite Frankly, Is They Have Less Sense Of Yesterday. And If You Don't Know Who You Were, You Don't Really Know Who You Are.

You Stay In Touch With The Boy Who Dreamed Impossible Dreams.