Here's the good news. If I realize that I'm insane, then I'm okay with it. I'm not dangerous insane.

Touch my children and I will eat your hands off your freakin arms.

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.

The only thing I'm addicted to is winning. This bootleg cult, arrogantly referred to as Alcoholics Anonymous, reports a 5 percent success rate. My success rate is 100 percent.

Dad kept us out of school, but school comes and goes. Family is forever.

Im a peaceful man with bad intentions.

I believe in detox. I think detox is smart. You've got a guy who's in an opiate cycle or a dope cycle or something, and he can't get out of it. You shut him down long enough so at least his body can start working for itself again.