He's picked clean! Eaten by cats!

It is true that I am a person with black pockets of evil and hatred in my heart. There are underground places inside of me

Going on Letterman is like going off the high dive. It's exhilarating, but after a while it wasn't the kind of thrill I enjoyed.

I run a tight ship, but I try and make it seem like I'm not doing that at all.

The thing that really struck me when I went to junior high was class. I grew up on a pretty poor street, but the school district I was in included some fine neighborhoods - so I got to know a couple of the kids from those places and went to their houses and experienced such culture shock.

But when the thing that is scaring you is already Jesus, who are you supposed to pray to?

are memories pictures or the secret doorway?