I quit college. I was studying architecture for about a year.

I quit college and neglected to tell my dad.

I quit high school on my birthday. It was my senior year and I didn't see the point. This was 1962, and I was ready to make music.

I'd been going to college for nine years, and before I completed my dissertation, I quit.

I quit because I didn't feel like the Detroit Lions had a chance to win. It just killed my enjoyment of the game.

I'm about as healthy as a person can be. I quit smoking seven or eight years ago.