I had six good years and one bad one, and everyone was wondering whether I'd have a good one again.
When you're doing a radio show, you can express yourself.
You don't cruise the Internet looking for your name and walk away with a good feeling. So, I never do it.
Wearing Crocs is like getting blown by a dude. It feels great until you look down and realize you're gay.
Asking someone in advance not judge you, is like asking someone in advance not to smell you.
I am not agnostic. I am atheist. I don’t think there is no God; I know there’s no God. I know there’s no God the same way I know many other laws in our universe. I know there’s no God and I know most of the world knows that as well. They just won’t admit it because there’s another thing they know. They know they’re going to die and it freaks them out. So most people don’t have the courage to admit there’s no God and they know it. They feel it. They try to suppress it. And if you bring it up they get angry because it freaks them out.
Everything seems overwhelming when you stand back and look at the totality of it. I build a lot of stuff and it would all seem impossible if I didn't break it down piece by piece, stage by stage. The best gift you can give yourself is some drive--that thing inside of you that gets you out the door to the gym, job interviews, and dates. The believe-in-yourself adage is grossly overrated.
Surrender is surrender to this moment, not to a story through which you interpret this moment and then try to resign yourself to it.
Lincoln was not a type. He stands alone - no ancestors, no fellows, no successors.
I think everybody should just turn off their TV machines and make up their own songs about whatever comes to mind-their couch, their friends their loaves of bread. Everybody's got their own songs. There should be so many songs out there that it all turns into one big sound and we can put the whole thing into a pickup truck and let it roll off the edge of the Grand Canyon.
The necessity of saying something, the embarrassment produced by the consciousness of having nothing to say, and the desire to exhibit ability, are three things sufficient to render even a great man ridiculous.