I’ve always been a little skittish about death. On certain days I’m okay with it. On other days it’s like, “Really? I have to? No, man, not me.”
I’m not wearing a golden sombrero.
I’m a peaceful man with bad intentions.
People can’t figure me out, they can’t process me, I don’t expect them to. You can’t process me with the normal brain.
I think the power of the mind is amazing, and we’ve barely scratched the surface of what it can do.
It’s been a tsunami of media and I’ve been riding it on a mercury surfboard.
I think my passion is misinterpreted as anger sometimes. And I don’t think people are ready for the message that I’m delivering, and delivering with a sense of violent love.
I’m kind of old-fashioned in a lot of ways. I prefer mano a mano. Even if you have two girls in the house, it’s not like we’re together all the time. But I need variety.
Those of us who did make it have an obligation to build again. To teach to others what we know, and to try with what’s left of our lives to find a goodness and a meaning to this life.
A lot of people think Major League’s called Wild Thing. As they should.
That we are to stand by the President right or wrong is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public.
I knew if I got loaded I was going away for a while. People would say, Oh, you’re just sober because you’re on probation.
I’m on a quest to claim absolute victory on every front.
I don’t want to get high with my kids, because then everything is different forever. That’s so stupid, I think.
We’re Vatican assassins. How complicated can it be?
But you can’t focus on things that matter if all you’ve been is asleep for forty years. Funny how sleep rhymes with sheep. You know.
I just don’t want to live like I used to. And at some point, I’m going to put a gag order on myself in terms of talking about the past. I’ve got to slam the door and deal with the present and the future.
I usually have a song in my head. I’m thinking music, I’m thinking lyrics. Music helps me get to those moments. The moments between the moments.
The last time I used? What do you mean? I used my toaster this morning.
It’s definitely safer to be single, especially with this cottage industry that’s devoted to extorting celebrities.