If you get a little gassy, you've got to let it go. So people used to say to me, 'You're like a whoopee cushion.'

My family is Jewish, Buddhist, Baptist and Catholic. I don't believe in man-made religions.

I had gone through several crazy headache bouts, and I realized that part of the reason I was having them was because I wasn't smoking marijuana. When my daughter gave me a vape pen, I realized that I could relegate it to where I needed it to be. And I would talk to my older grandkids in their 20s, and they'd say they use weed to stop cramps. That's when I really started to investigate and asked the question, "Is anybody doing this?" And they gave me that horrifying answer: "niche market".

Normal is in the eye of the beholder.

Everything for me is visual. That's just how my head works.

Art and life are subjective. Not everybody's gonna dig what I dig, but I reserve the right to dig it.

I fear waking up one morning and finding out my life was all for nothing. We're here for a reason. I believe a bit of the reason is to throw little torches out to lead people through the dark. When you're kind to someone in trouble, you hope they remember and are kind to someone else and so on. Soon it will be like a wildfire.