So, I play in a band. It's a really underground band. Super underground. Very underground. Like, we don't even actually play.

My wife's beautiful. That's why I married her. Because I want to see her every day.

I have two rules when you come to my house on Halloween. Wear a costume - 'cause if you've manned your door at your own house, you know how many kids will roll up, 14 years old with no costume and an attitude. My other rule: don't grab. Let me assess you and then design a candy situation for you.

Let's start with this statistic: You are delicious. Be brave, my sweet. I know you can get lonely. I know you can crave companionship and sex and love so badly that it physically hurts. But I truly believe that the only way you can find out that there's something better out there is to first believe there's something better out there. What other choice is there?

He doesn't need to be reminded you're great.

Don't you want the guy who'll forget about all the other things in his life before he forgets about you?

Wasting time in a relationship that blows is just that - wasted time.