My school of thought is, anything goes, but I can't do that anymore.

It's just a campy blast. I just want to do as little as I can and make it good, and try not to sell out. I'm sure I will, but I'm just trying to postpone it.

My older brother was cool, so I was suddenly cool by association. And I totally dusted all my old math friends.

I want to get away from it all. Move to the sticks. Montana. Hundreds of miles from civilization. Get a cabin in the snow. Curl up with some cute girl. Say stuff to her like, Scream all you want, sugar. Ain't nobody gonna hear you!

As boys get older, they can't let on that it's cool to meet me.

My career is just kind of crazy.

Now that I have the opportunities to do a lot, I want to do less.