Somehow I enjoy watching people suffer.

There's a thing about cocaine - when I was doing it secretly, it didn't make me very sociable. I forget how others were, but it made me very inner-directed. So being in a sketch and rehearsing and the "hail fellow well met" camaraderie and all that stuff, I couldn't fake that or force that. It was painful.

When you think about it, attention-deficit order makes a lot of sense. In this country there isn't a lot worth paying attention to.

At best, God can be viewed as nothing more than an uncaring incompetent father-figure

I was kind of sweet kid, according my mother, and my recollections. Thoughtful and good, but kind of alone - although I didn't interpret it that way, as such. Children never interpret these things. They think they understand logically.

No one ever says, 'It's only a game' when their team is winning.

Instead of thinking about the sex, I'd always think about the clap and the crabs those people have.