I love nyc. It's the city of my birth and probably the most amazing city on the planet.

I love to be busy. I'm envious of people who are able to take their spare time and relax. All I like to do is work. Perhaps it's lingering Calvinist guilt?

For some reason New York is the epicentre for people who hate me. Maybe this is another reason why I left New York but I get more hatred directed towards me there than any other place.

I truly don't judge other people's actions. But I think that factory farming is an abomination.

It's heartbreaking that so many hundreds of millions of people around the world are desperate for the right to vote, but here in America people stay home on election day.

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

I've dated attractive people and I don't find a correlation between amorous enthusiasm and beauty and public figure status.