“Considering you are pretty much like this the whole time whether you’re onstage, whether you’re in the van, whether you’re eating, whether you’re in the hotel room.”

Paloma you cry out, you beg for connection The dreams you seek are straight ahead in every direction

Raise the roof, that I might see the stars To gain wisdom, to see things for what they are Please, I need proof

What about my life so far? What about my dream?

It’s been a little tough just because we’ve been playing so much. Your lives are getting a little more complicated than they were straight out of college when we first started.

In search of some rest, in search of a break From a life of tests where something’s always at stake Where something’s always so far What about my broken car?

With childhood comes a brief grace period of ignorant bliss — when you’re not aware of the pain around you. That is the most special, truly unique time. It is the core of adult lament.

So everyone has their moments and you kind of learn to respect people’s space when they’re not in a good mood.

People are starting to get married, have families and all, it becomes more of a challenge. It’s not an easy lifestyle.

For days on end, I would hardly speak, and when I did only the vilest sort of gibberish would spout forth. I became morose and fat. Unapproachable, except when eating – and then only by waiters.

There is something profoundly satisfying about sharing a meal. Eating together, breaking bread together, is one of the oldest and most fundamentally unifying of human experiences.

It is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is ‘soporific’.

We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.

I’m going back to the old Shaq. I was normal last year – I was an earthling last summer. I had to go back to my alien roots.

Eating disorders are like a gun that’s formed by genetics, loaded by a culture and family ideals, and triggered by unbearable distress.

I wanted to catch the problem of consumption, waste, poor people eating what we throw away, which is a big subject. But I didn’t want to become a sociologue, an ethnographe, a serious thinker. I thought I should be free, even in a documentary which has a very serious subject.

You are always in the world. Even in Vagabond. I am not on the road, I am not eating nothing.