I love to tell stories. It's a delight for me.
But what is life if you don't live it?
When you go out to Hollywood, it's like, "Here's the book. It is what it is. It'll always stay the same."
Walking over to Iggy, he poked him with his shoe. "Does anysing on you vork properly?" Iggy rubbed his forehead with one hand. "Well, I have a highly developed sense of irony.
Be calm. Be Zen. You are Buddha.
How did you become blind, uh, Jeff is it?" Yeah, Jeff. Well, I looked directly at the sun, you know, the way they always tell you not to. If only I had listened.