I really don't want to thank my wife because I could be bussing tables at the Daily Grill right now if not for her. Jesus, what a gig that'd be.

Do I want to be a hero to my son? No. I would like to be a very real human being. That's hard enough.

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

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

Nothing will serve you better than a strong work ethic. Nothing. And it's something that you can't teach. You have to be thrown into it, where you're going to sink or swim. It's amazing how self-correcting and how clarifying a good, hard, shitty job can be. Because at the end of the day, any profession I've seen anybody in, when you peer behind the curtains of Oh, wouldn't that be a great job? Wow, what an amazing thing, a philanthropic endeavor! it really just comes down to It's a f**king grind.

There are some parents who have really done it right and told their kid, 'You know, we have this dough, none of this is for you. You have to get your own.

The higher the stakes, the happier I am, the better I will be.