If I hear, 'Be afraid of Tehran,' I'm like, 'I'd better go to Tehran.'

I slept in Uday Hussein's bed - that was just so strange. Went to Saddam's palace, was in a mortar attack - crazy stuff. And like three days later you're back in traffic on Sunset Boulevard. It's all kind of behind you, which is kind of perfect for a guy like me because I can take that and turn it into quite the tale.

The Iron is the best antidepressant I have ever found.

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

I'm not exactly ambitious as much as I have a very good realization of what I am and what I am capable of.

We Californians can watch the Weather Channel for images of winter's brutality unleashed upon our fellow Americans and thank our lucky stars we don't have to contend with it.

I'm constantly around people that talk a lot but say nothing. A sad case.