There is a direct line relationship between what happened in Afghanistan in the work up to 11 September 2001 and what we're doing in Afghanistan today.
I collect things that just look retarded.
I miss my Dad. My Dad loved cheesy monster movies, so we'd have Godzilla movie marathons. Those are some of my favorite memories, laughing at how the monster outfits were so bad, like black garbage bags for heads.
I've always wanted to have a book published - it was a dream of mine, but the thought of actually writing a book made me feel really sick.
When we had to do book reports, I would pick a book that no one read and just make it up and turn that in. I got praised for my imagination.
My father would often work all night and sleep during the day, so for us, dinner might be pancakes, and breakfast might be beef stroganoff.
I had this whole ritual with my mother making the bed with me inside it so I would be invisible.
But one led to two, two led to four, four led to eight, until at the end it was about 85 a day - the doctors could not believe I was taking that much. And that was just the valium - I'm not talking about the other pills I went through.
I don't have a microwave oven, but I do have a clock that occasionally cooks stuff.
One single glance will conquer all descriptions.
The truth is that there's more than enough good to go around. There is more than enough creative ideas. There is more than enough power. There is enough for everyone. If you believe it, if you can see it, if you act from it, it will show up for you. That's the truth.