I'm Not Going To Spend

Once I Had A Potentially Heart Attack-inducing Eight Double Espressos In One Day. I Think My Assistant Secretly Swaps My Coffees For Decaf As She Doesn't Want Me To Die Of Caffeine Overdose.

I Guess I Just Look At Talent As A Very Subjective Thing. I Mean, If You Never Tried Playing An Oboe, How Do You Know You're Not The Most Talented Oboe Player Ever? The Point Is That If You Don't Love It, Then It Doesn't Matter.

The Key Is, How Do You Feel With The One Asshole? They Cannot Be Talked To. That's Why They Are Assholes.

Lying Is Like Alcoholism. You Are Always Recovering.

If You Think That Because You're Che, When You Go Into Bolivia, When People Find Out It's You, That They're Going To Have The Same Kind Of Reaction That The Cubans Had To Castro, Then You're High.