The fame and the fame-hungry world we live in does it all for you. Women are lining up on your Instagram account to meet you.

The first piece of art that I ever bought - when I could afford it - was a Warhol sketch from the period when he was just getting out of doing commercial work and more into art. It's a sketch of a young guy's face. I guess the gallery that I bought it from thought I would like it because the young guy kind of looked like James Dean.

I get like six or so hours of sleep a night.

You say I sucked at the Oscars. I was a genius at the Oscars. That was experimental tuxedo sleep art.

For April Fools Day, someone played a really cruel joke on me. They stole ALL my mirrors and I had to go hours without seeing myself. I mean, I couldn’t even do my daily affirmations. What kind of world is this? I tell you, it’s artists like myself that really suffer.

Men in your position have women offering themselves in the hopes that they will get somewhere professionally, or socially.

I worked at a McDonald's drive-through. I could always tell when girls were interested: They'd drive around again and say, "I forgot something."