I hate to cry and I hate to sound like sour grapes, but no one ever listens to me. No one ever hears what I have to say.

Nietzsche's my favorite. He's just insane.

I'm a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.

If my children will live a better life than I did by my getting brain damage, by my being brain dead, then let it be.

The only thing I do is just pray for inspiration, for a way of thinking, because I don't have any particular goal in sight.

I just look around and say, I'm a mess. I don't know why I do things.

I have to always make sure I don't stay in one place and spend too much time one subject. I have my wife tell me [through an earpiece], "Come back! You're taking too long on that subject." I need to be reeled in.