I have two dogs and a parrot, so they require a lot of attention. They deserve it.

I like my hair long, and I love my bangs. I love them because I can pin them back or keep the fringe with attitude.

I started improvisation at age nine, and I loved it so much I stuck with it. As a by-product, acting was just something I was lucky enough to fall into.

L.A. is such a big city, and theres so much going on. I mean, you know youre in L.A. when you can just hear sirens all the time.

A lot of punk rock. I listen to various stuff just cuz my friends now listen to a lot of different bands. I listen to a lot of underground stuff like jungle music.

I like mythology - anything historical.

My dad probably gave me the best advice growing up. I think it's really just keeping your cool in situations and learning to balance everything.

You want to create things as purely as possible without allowing the universe to interfere so much that it's manipulating it and making things unreal to you.

As long as we have practiced neither concentration nor mindfulness, the ego takes itself for granted and remains its usual normal size, as big as the people around one will allow.

I've always tried to have a rule that you shouldn't make fun of innocent people who can't defend themselves. I find that a little unseemly and distasteful. But nothing's really sacred to me.

You have to be confident, if you're not confident you might as well go home.

It took me years to learn to sit at my desk for more than two minutes at a time, to put up with the solitude and the terror of failure, and the godawful silence and the white paper.

[On being the oldest living human being:] God must have forgotten me.

Dim them lights get it in pimp tight do wat i do i lace up my own nikes.

A man lets you know who he is by how he treats others.

Ever since I came to the WWE four years ago, there's been one home for Rey Mysterio. SmackDown! In this ring, in this very ring is where I won the World Title. This is my home. These are my people.

The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal canopy. Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest Where sunset ambers all the west...