As we all know, there is no underwear in space.

No motive is pure. No one is good or bad-but a hearty mix of both. And sometimes life actually gives to you by taking away.

Finding the cutest guy in A.A. is like finding the cutest loony in the bin.

You're only as sick as your secrets. Either it comes out their way or my way. I talk about myself behind my back. And I'm funny about it.

If some gang were threatening your family, you'd go looking for someone butch to help, right? Any maybe if your mother were sick or something, you'd find someone a bit more fey.

I like having written better than I like having acted.

I like the community of acting better than the prison of writing. I like sets.