You say you’re sick, huh? Well, it looks like you’ve come down with a case of bullshit.

If it's not bourbon or sweatpants, it's going in the garbage.... No, don't get creative. Now is not a creative time. Now is a bourbon and sweatpants time.

Writing a book is incredibly pleasurable, but very solitary. You have total control, but sometimes that can drive you insane.

The Internet has really democratized ideas. There are no real gatekeepers any more, because if you have a great idea, and you put it online, people will find it and it will get in front of who it needs to get in front of.

Sometimes its nice when people you love need you.

When it's asshole-tightening time, that's when you see what people are made of. Or at least what their asshole is made of.

People are always trying to tell you how they feel. Some of them say it outright, and some of them, they tell you with their actions. And you have to listen. I don't know what will happen with your lady friend. I think she's a nice person, and I hope you get what you want. But do me a favor: Listen, and don't ignore what you hear.