I love animals. I couldn't eat a whole one but I'll split one with you if you want.

Honesty and unpopular opinions are the toughest sell in a country with an irony-deficiency.

It doesn't matter how much of an asshole you are, there was always someone who thought you were cool.

You leave white people alone in constant isolation for 2,000 years, and you know what their musical contribution will be? Riverdance!

My feeling is, we ran from animals for three million years. It's our time now. If a cow could eat you, it would. And it wouldn't care how comfortable your truck ride over was, either.

I just feel like history is very much alive and important and I don't, you know, I can't worry about whether people get it or not, per se.

You're in a bar - grow up. You're drinking poison. You're trying to have sex unsafely with someone you don't know. Is secondhand smoke really the chiefest of your health concerns at this point?