I spent a lot of time protecting myself. I mean, I've met a lot of extraordinary people over the years - and I just wish I had been able to open myself up to them more.

I drink red wine on ice to water it down.

What is perfection, anyway? It's the death of creativity.

Choosing the freedom to be uninteresting never quite worked for me.

My mother wasn't a stickler for the more practical approaches to life.

I wish I had put myself out there a little bit more and experienced people more instead of protecting myself.

What I like about that is it kind of puts you in your place. Don't count on being remembered. Just live now, you know?