I like the idea all memory is fiction, that we have queued a couple of things in the back of our minds and when we call forth those memories, we are essentially filling in the blanks. We're basically telling ourselves a story, but that story changes based on how old we are, and what mood we're in, and if we've seen photographs recently. We trust other people to tell us the story of our lives before we can remember it, and usually that's our parents and usually it works, but obviously not always. And everybody's interpretation is going to be different.

It's as clear as the balls on a tall dog.

I remember the first guy who offered me a joint in the bathroom. I said 'No, man, I've got enough problems.'

... if you take a risk, two things will happen. People will laugh at you. Or you'll be way ahead of everybody else. And if that's what you're in it for, then you gotta take that risk.

When that second airplane hit the building, we all changed. We need to get back to some serious thinking.

Did you eat a lot of paint chips as a child?

I think it takes a little bit of crazy to make a difference in this world.