Mike Royce and I have always had success writing what we know. What we know now is that we're middle-aged, neurotic and fat.

I still feel like an immature idiot inside, but I look in the mirror and - as a friend of mine once said- this old guy keeps getting in the way.

That's the one thing I have over any twenty-one-year-old: a proud history of accumulated neuroses. That's the game in which I'm da man.

Failure-it centers me. Too much success has me thinking, All right, what's goin' on?

I'll be spending the holidays with my family. Nothing special, just some light bickering and biting sarcasm.

When you wake up one day and say, "You know what? I don't think I ever need to sleep or have sex again." Congratulations, you're ready (to have children).

Each day it's like: 'How many more days am I going to feel young and vibrant? I feel young and vibrant now, but I also feel the aches and pains a little bit.