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I think Dwight loves being number two. I don't think he has any desire to be number one. He wants to be number two no matter where he goes. It's like Avis. 'We try harder.' That's Dwight.
Well, even to this day, if I smell a Big Mac, I'm like Pavlov's dog. My mouth starts watering immediately, like, 'Man, that is so good,' but I can't take a bite of it.
Tofu hot dogs are actually scarier than real hot dogs. It's like wanting the worst possible meat product without even the thrill of it actually being meat.
I never want to let a day go by without having done something to get a little better.
I like to see a driven kid: somebody who wants to come from the ground up. I love to see somebody who wants to be the best they can be.
My core is grime. But I make all kinds of music. Take Picasso. He could paint whatever way he liked. He could do a little ting with a felt tip if he wanted to - it's still going to be a bad boy Picasso at the end.
No one ever wants to see his or her name linked to anything bad. Conscience is like a baby. It has to go to sleep before you can.
A body smiles, like, 72 times a day. Where does that smile go? That's what I want to know.
I wondered a little why God was such a useless thing. It seemed a waste of time to have him. After that he became less and less, until he was... nothingness.
