That's what people do. Kill the things they're afraid of.

Let me tell something, seeing your name and psychiatric ward on the same piece of paper isn't the best way to start your day.

I knew people were talking, but I wasn't listening. I wasn't interested in anything anyone had to say.

Here’s what I think. One, people should figure out that if they go around bothering bears, chances are they’re going to end up bear snacks. Second, people suck.

It will go away... The stuff in your head. Little by little.

I swear, sometimes it feels like there's this monkey in my head who runs around turning the dials and changing channels on me. One minute I'm sitting around eating chocolate chip cookies and then all of a sudden I'm thinking about bears.

I'm still kind of a mess. But I think we all are. No one's got it all together. I don't think you ever do get it totally together. Probably if you did manage to do it you'd spontaneously combust. I think that's a law of nature. If you ever manage to become perfect, you have to die instantly before you ruin things for everyone else.