I hate the human race. Of course, therefore, I hate myself the most, because I am the least of the human race.

I'm the product of 6 million years of evolution? Come on, man. I crawled out of a swamp yesterday.

And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere. I also can't believe that people like Stalin and Hitler are gonna go to the same place as Mother Teresa.

It seems to be that southern Europeans are just more intimate socially, whereas I like a lot of personal space - like, a mile from the nearest person is fine for me.

So, I simply switched over to wine because it was not carbonated.

I find that different types of music are good for certain activities.

I'm a big fan of the effects of alcohol.