I love the idea of God, but it's not stylistically in keeping with the way I function. I would describe myself as an enthusiastic agnostic who would be happy to be shown that there is a God. I can see that people who believe in God are happier. ... But I doubt.

Oh! This'll impress you - I'm actually in the Abnormal Psychology textbook. Obviously my family is so proud. Keep in mind though, I'm a PEZ dispenser and I'm in the abnormal Psychology textbook. Who says you can't have it all?

My father just got out of the Betty Ford Clinic. He's in his 60s, and this was the first time he ever did anything like that.

I mean, most fun things are bad for you in one way or another.

And when you're young you want to fit in. Hell, I still want to fit in with certain humans, but as you get older you get a little more discriminating.

From here on out, there's just reality. I think that's what maturity is: a stoic response to endless reality. But then, what do I know?

My favorite one to see is the metal bikini on men.