I live in Los Angeles. It's a very liberal city, but it's so hypocritical in what it's liberal about. You can be driving down Hollywood Boulevard, see a guy in lipstick and high heels wearing a fur coat masturbating into a mailbox. People giving him a hard time as they drive by: Hey, is that real fur? Of course not! That's sick!

Can you have a seance to summon the ghost of a dead zombie?

My father hauled boxes so I could get an education and earn enough money to pay someone to make me lift weights.

A lot of people have a particular song that, no matter their mood, turns them on. With me, it's Eleanor Rigby.

To me 30 isn't old. But it's definitely the beginning of no longer young. Because you notice little subtle things happen to you. You'll be in your car driving around listening to the radio and hear stuff like, That's was an oldie from The Clash.

The gun legislation was doomed the minute it became associated with the words common sense.

Let's all start wearing bolo ties, and when they become hip again, we'll all say we were kidding.