I have the obsessiveness of someone who's a sober, recovering addict displacing his addiction. Except I never had the addiction.

The outcome of a still veracitless life. Am I livin' it right?

I remember playing the guitar through the amplifier facing out the window of my house onto the street in the summer time - that was social media in 1992.

I like giving people something they don't want to miss the next time. It's a show with little twists and turns and curves. It has me being silly and stupid and compassionate and completely deep.

May this be the year that things go your way most of the time, and when they don't, may you have great friends to lean on.

I was very successful from a very early age, and I want to keep it.

I don't jerk off because I'm horny. I'm sort of half-chick. It's like District 9. I can fire alien weapons. I can insert a tampon. No, I do it because I want to take a brain bath. It's like a hot whirlpool for my brain, in a brain space that is 100 percent agreeable with itself.