Still nuclear annihilation.

My kids navigating the world as it is today – and daddy longlegs.

Losing my marbles.

Losing another child. (I lost one of my sons to suicide when he was 19.)

The first version of my How to Live book was 1300 pages. It took a couple of years to write and it was 1300 pages, and then it took a couple of years to edit it down to 115 pages. Most of my writing process is editing.

If you are a total atheist and believe in nothing, and you believe that when you die, there's no whatever spiritual realm that you just plop into the earth, well, then your personality is what lives on through recordings like this, through your writing and so that is your personality living after you have physically died. That is my favorite definition of the afterlife.

In the end, I had to pay $3.3 million dollars to buy back that 90%.

Keep you uncorked, keep you unstuck, keep it flowing, keep the ideas going, keep the feedback, keep you in communication with your potential future customers for the book. I think it's a great idea.

And this is my only pair of pants. These three glasses, I don’t even think about it because I just think about having enough.

The worst advice was to start a record label when I wanted to be a musician. It was smart advice. It could have made me more money, but it did not inspire me.