Sometimes people will think, I need to have pre-sanctioned spiritual joy. Getting joy from my contemplative meditation practice or getting joy from reading Thich Nhat Hahn books. Those things can be joyful but I think it’s the small, simple joys of playing with dogs or having sex with someone you love or going for a walk outside, stuff that we tend to ignore.

Under no circumstances do I ever want to see any part of me having sex! I wouldn't want to see video tape, pictures, in the mirror, nothing.

The truth is that genetics has robbed me of hair. But it's not interesting to blame genetics.

I like my coffee like I like my romantic partners: cold and bitter and prone to giving me anxiety attacks.

You can't find an uglier urban environment than the centre of Hollywood, but then you go to Griffith Park, you go to the beach, you go to the mountains, and it's rural. I live up in the Hollywood Hills and I have frogs, owls, coyotes, mountain lions - but I'm ten minutes from the centre of the city.

I don't think I'm a particularly good writer, and I'm not terribly insightful.

My goal is to make one-not a hodgepodge, but just the sort of record that I would want to listen to.