The only reality is our society, and I mean this seriously, Western Society is a very sick society.

But you have to understand, my beard is so nasty. I mean, it's the only beard in the history of Western civilization that makes Bob Dylan's beard look good.

I had the only beard in the Western Hemisphere that made Bob Dylan's look good.

I had the only beard in the Western Hemisphere that made Bob Dylan's look good.

It's a very strange reality when you can't trust yourself. There's no foundation for anything. The faith I might have had in normal things like gravity or logic or love is gone because my mind might not be reading them correctly. You can't possibly know what it means to doubt everything. To walk into a room full of people and pretend that it's empty because you're not actually sure if it is or not.

To never feel completely alone even when you are.

First of all: no one in their right mind would sign an exclusive contract.