There should be a children's song: 'If you're happy and you know it, keep it to yourself and let your dad sleep'.

When you hear bacon cooking....that sizzling sound isn't the fat cooking....that's applause.

I realize I look very hip hop but I'm really more emo with a definite Brazilian flavor.

I love how New York is so multicultural. I wish I was ethnic, I'm nothing. Because if you're Hispanic and you get angry, people are like, 'He's got a Latin temper!' If you're a white guy and you get angry, people are like, 'That guy's a jerk.'

I like to think of bread as really bland cake.

I'm afraid of a couple things. I'm afraid of getting caught up in other people's expectations, because I feel like that's an ongoing battle.

I think I grew up with the idea that God was a punishing being, constructed around rules.