I'm filthy stinking rich - well, two out of three ain't bad.

The only work I ever turned down was a cable programme called Diving for Excrement.

Probably the toughest time in anyone's life is when you have to murder a loved one because they're the devil.

I've always kind of pushed the envelope in terms of trying to get away with things no one else was going near. I always thought of myself like a mouse trying to get cheese that no one else could get without getting their tail snipped off.

In college I was one of six males who auditioned for five male roles in a comedy play. I was the one rejected. At that moment I made up my mind never to place myself at the mercy of some pompous, goateed, black-turtleneck-shirted "should I yay him or nay him?" pantywaist ever again.

My parents were very protective. I couldn't even cross the street without them getting all excited, and placing bets.

You don't appreciate a lot of stuff in school until you get older. Little things like being spanked every day by a middle-aged woman: Stuff you pay good money for in later life.