I think what drove me insane for a long time is feeling like I hadn't earned most of what I achieved because it came so fast.

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

The problem with prostitutes is, what if you actually like somebody you meet in that situation? Where do you go from there? What do you do?

The only thing I'm addicted to right now is winning.

I've always been a little skittish about death. On certain days I'm okay with it. On other days it's like, "Really? I have to? No, man, not me."

The last time I took drugs, I probably took more than anybody could survive.

I try to be known more for my work than for anything else.