A Quote by Don Rickles

I have a wonderful road manager, and he travels with me. And my valet and friend travels with me. My little entourage is great, and they take good care of me. — © Don Rickles
I have a wonderful road manager, and he travels with me. And my valet and friend travels with me. My little entourage is great, and they take good care of me.
I play with toys. I have one plane that travels with me. It travels with the equipment.
Even going out to get milk becomes a little bit challenging, just because there is a whole entourage that then travels with me for this simple thing. So I tend to try and find ways not to inconvenience a whole raft of other people, so it changes my mindset a little bit.
Against my will, in the course of my travels, the belief that everything worth knowing was known at Cambridge gradually wore off. In this respect my travels were very useful to me.
My mother lives with me in Milan, while my father travels to and from Savona. My parents take care of my money, too.
During our travels, the Indians entertained me well; and their affection for me was so great, that they utterly refused to leave me there with the others, although the Governor offered them one hundred pounds sterling for me, on purpose to give me a parole to go home.
I'm surrounded by people who care about me and love me. I have a great job. I have wonderful roommates who take care of me. I have a family who adores me.
My favorite was the Silver Surfer growing up. I just thought that his slug line, 'He who travels fastest, always travels alone,' always appealed to me as a kid.
One travels to escape from it all, but that is the great illusion: It cannot be done, since one travels with one's mind.
Fear travels fast. Love travels a little more slowly. Rationale takes a little more consideration.
My parents are the people that led me here. My mom helped me learn to sing and she travels with me.
Dieting is murder on the road. Show me a man who travels and I'll show you one who eats.
Bad news travels at the speed of light; good news travels like molasses.
My sister travels with me, and she's the person who keeps me in line, whether I like it or not. I trust her and also have a good, healthy fear of her.
You think you need me, little firecracker?” The gruff question travels all the way through me, and I have to press my thighs together to stop the tremor in me. “Baby, the way you need me can only barely cover half of the way I need you.” The unexpected sadness in his voice yanks my gaze back to his.
Down to Gehenna, or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone.
He travels fastest who travels alone, and that goes double for she. Real feminism is spinsterhood.
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