My mother certainly loves caviar, but I think that's generational - they grew up thinking it's romantic or sophisticated or something.

You know how I always seem to be struggling, even when the situation doesn't call for it?

Never love for me, only obsession. Someone has to stand still for you to love them. My choices are always on the run.

My extroversion is a way of managing my introversion.

You know how they say that religion is the opiate of the masses? Well I took masses of opiates religiously.

My inner world seems largely to consist of three rotating emotions: embarrassment, rage, and tension. Sometimes I feel excited, but I think that's just positive tension.

I guess I do carry a bit of male energy. It's like what I always say - two yangs don't make a right.