My wife and I have created our own language. We can be at a table with six other people and have an argument without anyone knowing. It doesn't even have to be out loud. It's bizarre.

It's cool to fall in love and grow old with someone.

Underwear. It's like a god damned leash. It also constantly reminds me of how funny I look naked.

Fear owns me because I let it. Because I obsess over it, name it, raise it, and nurture it to become perfect. It is one of the few things in my life that I can control.

If you aren't just a little depressed, then you aren't paying very much attention to what's going on in the world.

The only good thing about times of adversity is that you realize who your real friends and fans are - and the rest go away - which in my mind is an OK thing.

It wasn’t me! Look at how little I am. I’m a little guy.