You can put people's feet to the fire a bit just by reminding them that we're constantly creating our own history.

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

I was actually disappointed because I thought the mistakes I made is that people misinterpret my passion for anger.

I’m not 'aw shucks'. Because I'm gnarly.

I never insert myself into situations where I am completely blind or don't have a single clue about what's being discussed. I don't to be an impostor and just helping for the sake of helping. If I am going to help somebody, I want it to be valuable. And if they don't follow my advice, then they are a frigging idiot. I'm joking.

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 have a disease? Bullshit. I cured it with my brain.