I love music so much; I've always played.

Nobody steals from Creed Bratton and gets away with it. The last person to do this disappeared. His name? Creed Bratton.

I’ve been involved in a number of cults both as a leader and a follower. You have more fun as a follower but you make more money as a leader.

In case you were wondering, my spirit animal is a duck billed platypus.

No matter how you get here or where you end up, human beings have this miraculous gift to make that place home.

The only difference between me and a homeless man is this job. I will do whatever it takes to survive…like I did when I was a homeless man.

I'm a pretty normal guy. I do one weird thing. I like to go in the women's room for number two. I've been caught several times and I have paid dearly.

When I was a teenager, I was in an iron-lung.

I think if you don't have it [desire], you're not going to be pushed into anything. You've got to want to do something.

I keep busy. That was my nickname in college, 'Iron to the Fire.' I like to keep several things going at once.

Ш'm not cybernaut, this stuff's so foreign to me.

They say that maths is a language. So how do I order a pizza with extra cheese in maths?

Life is a mansion of opportunity: love is the key.

If intelligence is the triumph of life, the spoken word is the marvellous means by which this intelligence is manifested.

By the time of the United States Tricentennial, there will be more government workers than there are workers.

My paintings are certainly nonobjective. They're just horizontal lines. There's not any hint of nature. And still everybody responds, I think.

I deplored a system that made it more profitable not to work than to work. I wanted to help change all that.

I'm glad Carol Vorderman has left Countdown, I mean it's not like she did much. She was effectively just an autistic shelf-stacker.

No one who isn't an extremist can understand the mind of an extremist.

The show [ StarTalk ] was born as a radio program out of a National Science Foundation grant.

We bury our seeds and wait, Winter blocks the road, Flowers are taken prisoner underground, But then green justice tenders a spear