I am about to do something very bold in this job that I’ve never done before: try.

I consider myself a good person… but I’m gonna try to make him cry.

I don’t hate it. I just don’t like it at all. And it’s terrible.

You know what they say? Fool me once, strike one but fool me twice, strike three.

Boy, have you done lost your mind? Cause I’ll help you find it!

I already won the lottery. I was born in the US of A, baby. And as backup, I have a Swiss passport.

Should have burned this place down when I had a chance.

There are always a million reasons not to do something.

I’m fast. To give you a reference point. I’m somewhere between a snake and a mongoose. And a panther.

I am running away from my responsibilities. And it feels good.

There’s a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn’t that kind of the point?

I’m dead inside.

Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy. Both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.

May your hats fly as high as your dreams.

I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good old days before you’ve actually left them.

This morning I saw a YouTube video with a puppy riding a motorcycle. So my bar for stunning is pretty high.