Sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never know where the hell you are. I keep making up these sex rules for myself, and then I break them right away. Last year I made a rule that I was going to quit horsing around with girls that, deep down, gave me a pain in the ass. I broke it, though, the same week I made it - the same night, as a matter of fact.

I'd never yell, "Good luck!" at anybody. It sounds terrible, when you think about it.

You can hit my father over the head with a chair and he won't wake up, but my mother, all you have to do to my mother is cough somewhere in Siberia and she'll hear you.

I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot.

Were most of your stars out? Were you busy writing your heart out?

I just hope that one day - preferably when we’re both blind drunk - we can talk about it.

I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.