The American dream is a crock. Stop wanting everything. Everyone should wear jeans and have three T-shirts, eat rice and beans.

Oh--won't we party hard when L.A. goes kersplash?...L.A. fell in the ocean?... There is a God. He loves us all so much.

I go to dance clubs...about once a year just to justify the other 364 days I spend in my apartment going 'God, what idiots!'

Keith Richards outlived Jim Fixx, the runner and health-nut dude. The plot thickens.

Truly, the only stupid people I've ever met, the most absolutely clueless, are the very people that produce television.

Life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.

I smoke. If this bothers anyone, I suggest you look around at the world in which we live and shut your f-kin' mouth.