Insanity is being shit on, beat down, coasting through life in a miserable existence when you have a caged lion locked inside and a key to release it.

When I was doing theater, I was very successful at believing that I was great, God's gift to the theater.

One universe, four forces, billions of galaxies. The precision and complexity of our world is enough to make even the famous cosmologist go just a little bit crazy. How does it all fit together? Is there a single, overarching design to the cosmos? And if we find it, will we glimpse the mind of God?

I'm also very fond of a light business jet, so I'd like to get it before it's too late.

I had gone to school to work on technique and found it wasn't something that was really worthwhile to me, although it probably was.

I gravitate towards gravitas.

How do we change the world? One random act of kindness at a time.