I refuse to grow up. I won't become the adult guy.

It's definitely safer to be single, especially with this cottage industry that's devoted to extorting celebrities.

I have Tiger Blood running through my vains.

I so desperately wanted to be Mr. Somebody. Instead, I was the little brother, included to a point.

I’m not 'aw shucks'. Because I'm gnarly.

I still don't have all the answers. I'm more interested in what I can do next than what I did last.

The problem with prostitutes is, what if you actually like somebody you meet in that situation? Where do you go from there? What do you do?