I've got volumes on how not to behave. I've got more information now than a guy should have at my age.

I know that sounds arrogant, but you can't not be special and have a 30-year career.

Just tell the truth and you're home free. If there are amends to be made, you make them. You own it and move on.

I think my passion is misinterpreted as anger sometimes. And I don't think people are ready for the message that I'm delivering, and delivering with a sense of violent love.

You never have to look over your shoulder when you tell the truth. You never have to remember the details, because they are what they are. And you don't have to make sure your story matches everyone else's.

I still don't have all the answers. I'm more interested in what I can do next than what I did last.

The last time I used? What do you mean? I used my toaster this morning.