Mick Foley

I get asked a lot about the Rock N' Sock Connection.

Nakamura, to me, is a main event star.

I think I had four concussions throughout my career that were diagnosed, and I guess that I've had seven more. But the fact that three of them came in a four month span when I was making a comeback in 2004 is a little bit scary.

The fans still want to see me, sweat pants and all.

As great a spectacle as WrestleMania is, there's something to be said for seeing a guy you like telling stories from the heart from 20 feet away.

I haven't worn jewelry since one of the front teeth I had made into an earring became no longer necessary because I lost the ear.

I really enjoy Sarah Silverman's fearlessness.

I cannot look back and say I did everything I wanted to do in TNA.

Edge goes out every night, and not just on pay per views; every night, Edge goes out there with the intention of stealing the show. I know that he felt like his title run had not been given the respect from the company that it deserved, and he was really hell-bent on proving that he belonged as a main event guy.

I was given a chance to try announcing, and it was a job that, in the end, I did not care for very much.

It's much easier to see my son involved in creative than to see my daughter in the ring. But they've both worked really hard. I'm really proud of both of them.

I don't have much choice but to be a WWE fan in my house.

There is nothing like the indignity of not fitting into a roller coaster.

When Dee Snider and I get together for breakfast, it's just two Long Island guys hanging out.

I leave my editor to put the periods and commas in.

My goal in wrestling was always to take people on a journey to get a reaction and make people feel like they had seen something special. Thankfully, I get reminded of that every day.

I love, for example, 'Full Frontal with Sam Bee.' I just love her show.

Mother Nature and Father Time have not been happy with me.

A joke bombing on stage doesn't bother me, especially if it's intended to bomb.

I can still remember the first time I heard Tori Amos. It was the fall of 1993, and I was in the back of a colossal '79 Lincoln Coupe Mark V, embarking on some otherwise forgettable road trip somewhere in the Deep South.