I got my heart broken. My spirit got shattered and mutilated. I will not be coming back from this. I don’t want to.

Here you can be a billionaire, like Mark Zuckerberg rich, but you are going to die and you are here for a while and ultimately all of your stuff is kind of like a rental.

When you start thinking as far as what's a good photo, unfortunately everything starts looking like a good photo.

In my bright, utopian future world, they will hand out college educations like cups of water at the end of the L.A. Marathon.

I'm actually on the Twitter like all those crazy young kids are, and if I'm going to do an in-store appearance or I post something on my website, I tweet these followers, a word I don't like so much, and over 50,000 people go, like, 'Okay, I got it.'

I don't have talent. I have tenacity.

And I love the hate mail I get, the unsigned, misspelled letters I get telling me to go back to Russia or wherever.