I'd much rather go to a Banksy art show than a Moby art show. My art is painfully naive.

That is not all I need. I need dogs. A house filled with dogs and a smart, funny, kind, loving girlfriend or wife.

You could spend every waking moment online and still only experience one-trillionth of what's out there. I find that a little overwhelming.

One simple word: ugh. Is something still considered a conspiracy if it's played out right under our noses?

I was in bar about 15 years ago, a relationship had ended badly, I was very drunk and I thought I would convince myself to try and be gay. Like, at one point I didn't like coffee, then I learned to like it.

I remind myself that the universe is 15 billion years old, and I'm only 46 years old, so my perspective is sort of limited and fear-based and skewed.

I feel like sometimes we have to be a little less inclusive and tolerant if other people's opinions could lead to the destruction of our species.