The Sugar Frosted Nutsack is dizzyingly brilliant. Mark Leyner is a hyperkinetic shaman, who flies the banner of rum and candy and writes like a one-eyed feral bandit. His new book is supremely original, delirious and synapse-shattering.

Well, any time you do anything good, it's man versus himself, right? That's the art, the challenge.

All the choices we make in our life are pointless. There’s no escaping the inevitable.

I never really saw myself as an activist but at some point the activist is the only moral position to take.

It's like those high-school yearbook photos that everyone would rather not see: Oh my God, look at that mullet hair. I have those photos too, but for me, they're, like, entire movies. And they show them on cable.

I don't agonize over decisions as much these days. The criteria of what's important to me is clear.

I was never into the popular school or clique or anything. Then I started doing movies when I was in high school, so then I got popular. Then the girls paid attention to you who didn't before.