It's hard to get out of the barrel. It's slippery around the edges and people are happy to see you fall back in.

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

I'm not 40 yet. I wouldn't even bother comparing myself to Chaplin.

I saw School of Rock, and I was like, why haven't I worked with Richard Linklater already? Then by the time I got him I was like, I'm really pissed off I feel like you owe me some retroactive swag. He gave me the 10-year anniversary "Dazed and Confused" T-shirt, which I still wear with relish.

The old saying is true, behind every good man theres an incredible woman.

If you're anything like me there are days when you're convinced you know more than everyone around you. Which is often confirmed by your interactions with people.

I used to be so convinced that happiness was the goal, yet all those years I was chasing after it I was unhappy in the pursuit. Maybe the goal really should be a life that values honor, duty, good work, friends and family.