Rock is ironic in that, up to a certain point, you can get better and better at it if you don't mind possibly looking more and more ridiculous.

I find it takes a lot of strength to endure myself.

Friends come and go but 200lbs is always 200lbs.

I'm not interested in censorship. I like the First Amendment very much.

Cynicism is only intellectual sloth.

If you're crazy enough to put your hat into the ring of speculation and punditry, you're going to get some turbulence. But if it's coming from some journalist with a comfortable degree of body fat, I'm not losing any sleep over it.

There's nothing funny about, 'Yeah, I took a First Class plane ticket and I went to some designer beach and made out with a Laotian slave girl.' Who cares?