I got a dog with a Napoleon complex. I have a Napoleon complex. We’re small. Anything big that we feel is threatening us, we want to fight. We’re not a pushover.

I’m mischievous, but I’m calculated.

I’m extremely compassionate, loving, all of those warm fuzzy things, but the outer shell doesn’t project that all the time.

My genetic make-up is one of physicality. I’m a visceral guy.

My house is run, essentially, by an adopted, fully clawed cat with a mean nature.

I’m crazy, but I’m not stupid.

An unimaginative person can neither be reverent or kind.

A man’s true character comes out when he’s drunk.

I take risks because I get bored. And I get bored very easily.

Owners of dogs will have noticed that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will think you are God. Whereas owners of cats are compelled to realize that, if you provide them with food and water and affection, they draw the conclusion that they are God.

There’s certainly a side of me that isn’t completely… sane. Or completely ‚even‘ all the time. We all have our dark sides.

I’ve seen a look in dogs‘ eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.

I am 100 per cent Virgo, stubborn, over-organised, slightly abstracted from the rest of the world.

I’ve got a great sense of humor.

You can tell alot about a fellow’s character by his way of eating jellybeans.

I’m quite a chauvinistic person.

I really want a pet, and I really love animals.

Of the billionaires I have known, money just brings out the basic traits in them. If they were jerks before they had money, they are simply jerks with a billion dollars.

A man’s character may be learned from the adjectives which he habitually uses in conversation.

I’m just a friendly person; that runs in my family.

It is really funny when people say you’d be obvious for a great villain.

The dog that trots about finds a bone.

I like a man who grins when he fights.

Mere bashfulness without merit is awkwardness.

The greatest service that can be offered to children who show personality traits or inclinations that might not be understood by the adults around them is to allow them to express their own unique humanity.

I never lecture, not because I am shy or a bad speaker, but simply because I detest the sort of people who go to lectures and don’t want to meet them.

I don’t make people bend over backwards, and I don’t like that in people. I am definitely no diva.

I tend to get bored quickly, which means I must be boring.

I’m not a complete psychopath. Am I partially? Sure. I’ll accept that. But I’m not a complete psychopath.

People who do not know how to laugh are always pompous and self-conceited.

I am a tough guy.