People are beautiful wrecks.

We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That's what connects us-that we're all broken, all beautifully imperfect.

I still have the art projects my kids made for me 20 years ago. I cherish them, crude and silly as some of them may be.

Americans are probably more in line than ever before. We're more moderate than we are liberal or conservative.

We've lost touch and allowed technology to take precedence over organic nature. But let's not forget that those microchips in our computers came from elements of the earth.

We're all imperfect. And wouldn't it be great if the message sent out by the mainstream media is that we're fine being exactly who we are? Wouldn't that be great for everyone?

My father is the Hollywood equivalent of a clean, fillet-brazed frame. My brother is like one of those fat-tubed aluminum Cannondales. I'm more like one of those Taiwanese Masis.