And you find as a writer there are certain spots on the planet where you write better than others, and I believe in that. And New Orleans is one of them.

If we couldn't laugh, we would all going to go insane.

Back to my childhood where those monsters reside. They snack on innocence and dine on self esteem.

It's my job to be better than the rest, and that's enough reason to go for me. It's my job to be better than the rest, and that makes the day for me.

I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead.

If someone wants a piece of you, never let them pay. What you do not give to them time takes anyway.

Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come?