I’m not Thomas Jefferson. He was a pussy.

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 just didn't believe I was like everybody else. I thought I was unique.

I'll hear a song I love and suddenly I'm isolated from everything around me just for a nanosecond. That's a moment between a moment.

It's definitely safer to be single, especially with this cottage industry that's devoted to extorting celebrities.

I'm dealing with fools and trolls and soft targets. It's just strafing runs in my underwear before my first cup of coffee. I don't have time for these clowns.

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.