An acid is like a woman: a good one will eat through your pants.

After about 20 years of marriage, I'm finally starting to scratch the surface of what women want. And I think the answer lies somewhere between conversation and chocolate.

They think I'm crazy and maybe I am. But maybe I'm a genius.

If you're making a cake, you don't just make the cake and have it look nice and have nobody tastes it. But that doesn't take away from your ability to execute what you do as well as you can and to have it be something for many.

With this look, who's going to think I'm gay? I don't lend myself to that type of confusion. Do I look like a homosexual? Do I talk like them? Do I move like them?

A guy said to me one time, something really profound, and it's so simple. It's that depression lies. It's a liar and you have to shut it down. There is nothing that alleviates it more than going out and doing something for someone else. It's almost like instant healing. Get away from yourself. People can't even get out of bed and it gets really severe. I've never been at that stage. Everyone goes through low and high and low and high and some people are blessed to be created on an even keel all the way through - but not me.

I get pretty dark sometimes, pretty bleak. But that passes.