Being a man of the theater and a hedonist, I find the idea of building coffins very romantic.

We're cognizant, curious beings, capable of philosophical thought, nuclear physics, repeating Nerf weapons, global consciousness, Glade air fresheners, and sentient automobiles. But we're assholes first.

No matter how you decide to spend a little more time on your gestures of giving, the point is just quite simply that you do.

Follow your gut, make a choice, and throw yourself into it. If you make a mistake, then you have merely afforded yourself a valuable lesson.

I would like Americans to make things with their hands. Thomas Jefferson and I feel that makes for a much stronger nation.

You know, it's hard to beat bacon at anytime of day. But I also am a big fan of corned beef hash.

My uncles, who are farmers in Minooka, Illinois - I grew up with them and their pickup trucks and mustaches, and to me that was masculinity: big hairy sweaty guys who could pick up a bus.