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

The paramedic called the press and sold me like a loaf of bread. This was news, and he wanted to be the one to report it.

Boom, crush. Night, losers. Winning, duh.

What they're not ready for is guys like you and I and Nails and all the other gnarly gnarlingtons in my life, that we are high priests, Vatican assassin warlocks. Boom. Print that, people. See where that goes.

People ask all the time, "What are you thinking?" It's my least favorite question in the world. The last bastion of solace is my mind. It's an invasion.

I gotta take the baton from Chuck Norris.

Look what I’m dealing with, man, I’m dealing with fools and trolls.