My favorite random email I got was from some guy who wrote: "Mr. Max, with the hope of a six year old on the night before Christmas asking about Santa, I ask the same question: Do you really exist?

I don't want to compare myself to Picasso, but he had four or five periods in his life. Any good artist grows and changes and matures.

There are fun nights, there are crazy nights, and then there are those nights that make men legends.

I never felt pressured to create more stories, but dealing with people became really aggravating.

You show me a truly funny girl who doesn't have emotional issues, and I'll introduce you to my stable of unicorn thoroughbreds ridden by leprechaun jockeys.

The thing that I think about the most, and is the most rewarding to me, is the whole past. That I kind of went from nothing to something and I did it on my own, and I did it through hard work and smarts.

Even if I was a Republican, George Bush would have pushed me out of that party.