I named my son Noah for the same reason Chris Martin named his apple: we're asses.

My father slapped my thighs with a variety of meats until I began to cry and sulked in the corner. I later became a musician

I don't really think of most non-English as people, more or less indigenous squirrels that I fancy to kick around with my snakeskin French Persian Boots

The pointless snide remarks of hammerheaded sharks

I tell you what's really ridiculous--going into a bookstore and there's all these books about yourself. In a way, it feels like you're already dead.

Well, my son really loves wildlife. And everytime he draws a polar bear I want to tell him there probably won't any by the time... he's my age. That's kinda hard to deal with.

I'm not saying my fans are stupid, but I once left a cabbage onstage next to a harmonica and nobody noticed for three hours