I just don't like big guys who speak cryptically and act like they understand the language better than me.

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 never know when the seeds are being laid, I'm just like, "Wow, that's a pretty cool scene. Is that? Are we laying seeds here?"

I've always just shown up and tried to figure out what's for lunch and am I going to get to play some racquetball that night.

I've always been a fella who put most of my eggs in one basket and then take a dump in the basket but I really don't know.

I need a lot of support... Life is really hard, and I don't see some active benevolent force out there. I see it as basically a really cool survival game. You get on the right side of the tracks, and you now are actually working with what some people would call magic.

I had this bad-boy-from-New York vibe going, dressed like a punk rocker with spiky hair.