I have no faith in my ability to judge things.

My son Jack just got out of rehab, he's 17 years old and he got hooked on Oxycontin and I'm just a little pissed off that he never gave me a few.

I listen to some of the lyrics I used to write and I say, "Where was my head at when I wrote that?"

I'm not trying to twist people's heads around. I'm not trying to say, "Believe in me."

There are no incurable ills.

I'm hoping to do a Broadway musical on the life of Rasputin. He's someone I can definitely identify with.

Weather in Afghanistan, 2000 degrees and cloudy. What the f-ck am I doing? I'm stuck on the weather channel. AHHH!