I have to tell them that last night was a shameful train wreck filled with blind cuddly puppies.

If someone follows you, go to a different room. If they keep following you, get in your car. If they follow you in your car, drive to a police station. There are ways to not engage.

I refuse to grow up. I won't become the adult guy.

I so desperately wanted to be Mr. Somebody. Instead, I was the little brother, included to a point.

I got tiger blood, man. My brain fires in a way that is - I don't know, maybe not from this particular terrestrial realm.

I've spent, I think, close to the last decade effortlessly and magically converting your tin cans into pure gold.

People say you have to work on your resentments. Yeah, no, I'm gonna hang onto them and they're gonna fuel my attack.