I've always said it's interesting to watch devils cry when angels want to stab you in the back. I like that mixture.

I've been camping and stuff, but if you left me in the woods I'd probably just curl up and cry until someone found me.

I'm one of those guys that - as far as relationships and stuff go - if you smile at me, I'm like, 'Let's date for three years' - which is just ridiculous.

I saw 'True Blood' once, and I like the jazzy feel of it and stuff.

The city of angels? It's the city of devils. The city of smiling cobras.

[Saint Anthony] said, in his solitude, he sometimes encountered devils who looked like angels, and other times he found angels who looked like devils. When asked how he could tell the difference, the saint said that you can only tell which is which by the way you feel after the creature has left your company.