Thinking of getting into the leg-breaking business, so I can profitably sell crutches later.

I can't do exercises regularly because my schedule changes from day to day. I'm okay with hurting myself, like I'll lift something until it hurts, but I don't want to pass out or vomit in front of people.

In my house, neither my wife nor my daughter are impressed that I'm on television, and they remind me of that frequently.

I wish I could play bass like Larry Graham or Bootsy Collins. My God, I'd give up just about everything else for that.

There is no other place on earth even remotely like New Orleans. Don't even try to compare it to anywhere else.

It’s an irritating reality that many places and events defy description. Angkor Wat and Machu Picchu, for instance, seem to demand silence, like a love affair you can never talk about. For a while after, you fumble for words, trying vainly to assemble a private narrative, an explanation, a comfortable way to frame where you’ve been and whats happened. In the end, you’re just happy you were there - with your eyes open - and lived to see it.

I've been very careful about what I say yes to and what I say no to. And I think seriously always about... this may be a good idea right now or it may be a lot of money right now, but will it be good for me five years from now? Will it be fun? Will it make me hate myself? I think about all of those things.