When I am at rodeo I find it difficult not to root for the animals.

I'd love to win trophies, be in movies, have a body of work I'm proud of and find a way to enjoy it along the way. Success is probably a more of a complicated thing than that.

A couple weeks ago I was on the street and I saw an ugly pregnant lady, and I just thought, 'Good for you.'

I went to law school. I found it interesting for the first three weeks.

I think it would be frustrating to be a match maker. "What do you do?" "I'm a match maker" "Aw, that's really romantic" "No, umm... I actually... never mind"

Rock is fine. No structural damage to rock. Rock can break through paper at any point. Just say the word. Paper sucks.

And my only rule being if when I wake in the morning I'm looking forward to the things that I have to do that day, then I'm on the right track.