Beautiful clear day in Beverly Hills. The sweet smell of Botox is in the air.

Oil is sixty dollars a barrel. There are terrorists everywhere. We have a catastrophe in our world every ten minutes. I don't know how anybody's getting through anything. Right now, people just need to be entertained.

If I ever die, I want it to be cause I got hit by a car saving a kid.

The favorite method of vice is to diss all responsibility be work or social, go off by myself, and enjoy a good steak and a great glass of wine. Oh yeah, and my kids are there too.

My wife is a saint. She's Gandhi. She walks around in diapers and won't eat.

I become a chameleon for wherever I am.

Today is a brand new day. A day of change, of promise, of creativity, of kindness, and of love. I'm going back to bed.