I don't like the act of talking; it makes me slightly light-headed.
I do actually like Los Angeles. Partly because I was told I wouldn't.
I didn't realize House would be the central character, more the bitter comic relief appearing occasionally. I relish his wounded nature - the lameness, the scarred Byronic hero.
Keep on being yourself.
One thing House needs Wilson for is vanity. He needs someone to laugh at his jokes.
Riding my motorcycle around L.A. is like my own video game. But unlike many folks at the wheel, I am occupied with getting where I'm going and keeping myself safe. Most people are applying makeup, texting, and checking out the beauty in the next car.