My days are whatever I want them to be.

I've acclimated to the music-while-exercising thing.

It was because all we wanted was each other’s constant love and attention and for no one else to receive that love and attention, which is a selfish and difficult place to be in a relationship. We were emotionally retarded, and that was the best we could do at the time.

As a father now, I wouldn’t do what my dad did, because it left me feeling emotionally unstable as a kid. But he didn’t do the things he did out of selfishness or malice.

I didn’t have to go all the way to India for spiritual enlightenment. The blue-collar spirituality of everyday life was right in front of me, it was in every nook and cranny if I wanted to seek it, but I had chosen to ignore it.

What doesn’t kill you only makes your book longer.

I inherited my father’s insatiable desire to meet all the beautiful girls in the world.

Sometimes life’s so much cooler when you just don’t know any better and all the painful lessons have not hammered your head open yet.

I’m a crier, let me know if you need some tips. I could cry every day, in a good way.

We’ve just learned how to balance ourselves a little better so that we’re happier way more of the time than not, and, you know, being happy is a radical and desirable act if you ask me.