I didn't have an identity. It was manufactured. My identity now? It was written on the wall by ancient forces.

Job one is get out of that cave. A lot of people do get out but don't change.

My old man had a philosophy: peace means having a bigger stick than the other guy.

Im thinking of buying a monkey. Then I think, Why stop at one? I don't like being limited in that way. Therefore, I'm considering a platton of monkeys, so that people will look at me and see how mellow and well-adjusted I am compared to these monkeys throwing feces around.

With a terrible script you hustle and try to make it better. But with a good script it can be trouble because you rest on your laurels, so to speak, you think it's going to translate easily.

At the end of the day, anything I think I'm sacrificing I'm just giving up because it makes me feel better.

Worrying is like praying for something you don't want to happen.