Don't you just hate it, when you are in bed with three beautiful women, and the least attractive one whispers: save it for me!

There are peaks, there are valleys. But they're all kind of carved and smoothed out, and it feels like a low level of despair you live in. Where you're not getting any answers, but you're living OK. And you can smile at the office. You know? But it's a low level of despair. I was on Prozac for a long time. It may have helped me out of a jam for a little bit, but people stay on it forever. I had to get off at a certain point because I realized that, you know, everything's just OK.

My social life goes in bursts, where I get like, "Oh, I gotta get out and do something, man, I gotta do something." And I'll plan a trip and go on a motorcycle trip down the Baja Peninsula for 900 miles and I'll hang out with my friends for like a month, and then they'll never see me for two months or three months or whatever, and I won't answer any calls.

The worst thing in the world when you feel broken is to have somebody coming at you with open-faced love.

In retrospect it always seems to work out that you can look back on something that was a disaster and find some gems in there.

I think everybody should get rich and famous and do everything they ever dreamed of so they can see that it's not the answer.

I said yes to so many things, from a sex change to gastric by-pass surgery, so it's always paid off for me.