I feel like the gods have certainly patted me on the head.

That MySpace is the story of the year. Everyone but my mother is on it.

When you don't have love, it's like there's a party going on, and everybody was invited, except for you. And you just happened to be walking by that house in the rain...

Losing my mind sounds so pessimistic. I prefer the term winning my insanity.

I would still have old ladies come up to me after the show and pat me on the cheek after I had said all this vulgar stuff. They would be like, 'Oh you're a silly boy - we know you're just playing.

The key to attempting to create art in some aspect is also knowing that it will turn some people off.

When you're on a movie set and you are hopefully making a comedy, everyone's stifling their laughter. You're looking at the crew guys, hoping someone is making that face like, and not like, this is not working out, man.