It hasn't been a totally smooth road, but in the whole span of things I feel like a very lucky person.

If I was in a room with a bunch of skinheads talking about racism, then I would be disturbed, but after we finished a take, we were normal people again.

I was scared I was going to have some weird shape to my head and I was pleased that I didn't.

I had a hard time going back to school after T2. I really didnt want to go to private school.

Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed off all the time. It's just not worth it.

Im not this tortured soul or anything.

We're not gonna make it, are we? People, I mean.