You can't avoid pain in life. It's how you handle pain, that's what defines you.

Some of you may be perfectly happy with mediocrity. Some of you will get nothing but heartbreak. Some of you will be heralded as geniuses and become huge. Of course, all of you think that one describes you...hence the delusion necessary to push on.

The bile makes it better. I am an information wasting machine - 100s of words a day.

I'm weird; I have a very strange emotional memory. I really somehow hold on to even passing moments with people.

I'm just saying, 'Hey, throw me a bone. How about a smile, cute t-shirt? Look at me.' Nothing - unless it's a turn to their friends to go, 'Hey, why is that weird guy looking at us?'

I think things evolve into jokes. I don't generally write them down as jokes. I talk them out.

I immediately went out and bought a book on anger management. And now I have that book, and I don't know if I'll get to the book. But I'm certainly excited about the day where I can't find the book, and I get to say, 'Where the hell is my anger management book?!'