Everybody has their own style. If you went to the movies every week and everybody acted the same way Tom Cruise did, boy, wouldn't that suck?

On the weekends, I would go down and play these clubs in Key West or West Palm Beach or surrounding areas of Florida and then I'd go back to school for the week.

People do give me a hard time about my hair because it's orange and it's big.

I always thought marketing in general was an interesting kind of thing. I always liked commercials and billboards.

It's our nature: Human beings like success but they hate successful people.

I love to shop, especially in retro stores. I have about a million pairs of old-school sports shoes like Adidas, so that's probably my biggest vice.

When I told my friends I was going to be a comedian, they laughed at me.

I've got the long hair and kind of androgynous look. It's love-hate; it's sexy, but not sexy. So it's either you get it or you don't.

I think, over the years, I've kind of evolved.

Everyone has the gift of laughter inside of them. All the world is a prop.

People always want to put a label on you; they always want to compare you to something.

This ignorance of what to do with time is the number one reason why people get bored so easily when alone with nothing to do.

Why do we teach our children to hate others when there are so many options to love? Why do we teach hate when kindness, compassion, tolerance, and harmony add such beauty to life?

Hi! handsome hunting manFire your little gun.Bang! Now the animalis dead and dumb and done.Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap again, Eat or sleep or drink again. Oh, what fun!

The seemingly most hateful, those on the front lines of despair, are mere instruments of sinister forces, which pull the manipulative strings of manufactured supremacy.

A lot of people in 2008 voted for Obama. I did not vote for him. I voted for a third party. But I believed in Obama's promises.

Charles Sumner's mind had reached the calm of WATER which receives and reflects images without absorbing them; it contains nothing but itself.

You chose love like a belief, a faith, a place, a box for one's heart to knock against like a spook in the house.

In a world gone bad, a bear - even a bear standing on its head - is a comforting, uncomplicated, dependable hunk of sanity.

Science boosts its claim to truth by its spectacular ability to make matter and energy jump through hoops on command, and to predict what will happen and when.

Security is when I'm very much in love with somebody extraordinary who loves me back.