A sold-out house my first night back. Do you have any idea what kinda pressure that is? I could have been at home in my warm bed, playing Nintendo.

I was kicked out of school because of my attitude. I was not assimilating. So I went to work, taking any jobs I could get.

If I thought about it, I could be bitter, but I don't feel like being bitter. Being bitter makes you immobile, and there's too much that I still want to do.

No man can prove upon awakening that he is the man who he thinks went to bed the night before, or that anything that he recollects is anything other than a convincing dream.

Love is getting into a warm bed because someone turned the heating pad on for you.

I like the idea of playing in unison with yourself.