To those humans in whom I have faith; I wish suffering, being forsaken, sickness, maltreatment, humiliation. I wish that they should not remain unfamiliar with profound self-contempt, the torture of self-mistrust, and the misery of the vanquished. I have no pity for them because I wish them the only thing that can prove today whether one is worth anything or not—that one endures' . . . Remember, the passion for destruction is also a creative passion.

I've never been a guy who had more than a toe in Hollywood anyway, so my toe is more easily lopped off than most.

I'd like to quit thinking of the present as some minor insignificant preamble to something else.

I do find myself at the moment, due to the success of School of Rock, to be on people's radar a little.

Something about Texas I'm not proud of is that our state murdered 37 people last year alone.

Yeah, a memory's never finished, if you really think about it.

The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure, while always arriving.