He was one of those guys who'd pronounce I'm a hugger as he came at you, neglecting to ask if the feeling was mutual.

I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.

Friends see most of each other’s flaws. Spouses see every awful last bit.

Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.

The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you.

Love makes you want to be a better man. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.

My mother had always told her kids: if you're about to do something, and you want to know if it's a bad idea, imagine seeing it printed in the paper for all the world to see.

I was not a lovable child, and I'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it'd be a scribble with fangs.

They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow, washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss.

Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it.

Ironic people always dissolve when confronted with earnestness, it's their kryptonite

If you do not manage power, it will burn you.

The door to success may be a few steps away but you still have to walktowards it.

A small group of people, they raise the price of oil and the whole world will suffer from this.

I must have made a good impression because a club official to us into his office and asked me if I would sign on for a year with a view to becoming a professional.

I really will never understand pushing back on comedians who are like, "I'm like a politician campaigning and shaking hands with these people. They're going to be okay."

I'm not coming out trying to prove anything to anyone, like, 'Oh, I'm in assless chaps!' or 'I can't be tamed!' I've already been through that phase. I started at 23, you know?

People who parade their holiness are operating dangerously close to the sin of pride.

Villains often more the story along while the heros react to the villains, so the villain becomes the engine of the story.

Long Toss! Far and away themost important drill for strengthening my arm.

Artists speak to a different part of us, bypassing the cloudy filter of reason and the fears and prejudices of the habitual mind.