At a certain point, you have to kind of realize that greatness is a messy thing.
The key to humor is often self-loathing or sarcasm. In a sense, that's how self-loathing is made palatable.
My wife thinks I have an obsession with social class. So I guess I have an obsession with social class. It probably stems from feeling like an outcast.
My grandparents used to tell me stories about their trip to Ellis Island from Russia and life on the Lower East Side of New York.
I live up Laurel Canyon, and if I want to walk with my son, I have to drive to the park, which is so insane to me.