In adolescence you have to separate yourself and establish your identity. So, being very independent anyway, I took charge.

When people say “clean as a whistle”, they forget that a whistle is full of spit.

The day after tomorrow is the third day of the rest of your life.

In America, anyone can become president. That's the problem.

But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?

I think I am, therefore, I am... I think.

I’m a high-tech low-life. A cutting edge, state-of-the-art bi-coastal multi-tasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond!