I hate nickels; they're quarter impersonators.

I went to Boston College. It's a Catholic college, yeah I had a nickname there: Jew.

The other thing is that I'm a pretty moody guy, but no one really wants to see a normal-looking guy complain about things or talk about being unhappy. That's hard. Most people are like, 'Well, you have all your hair and you're tall, so why are you unhappy?' That can be limiting.

The definition of the word nerd has changed. It's now any attractive person with a hobby. The loneliness component is no longer included.

I think the biggest challenge I have faced is that I have struggled most of my life with often crippling depression which has sometimes if not keeping me off stage kept me from writing regularly and with any kind of confidence.

I just can't dance like no ones watching. I tried but it's futile.

If you try to pop the unpopped kernels in the microwave, you go back in time.