For some reason, when I was in junior high school, my friends and I had, like, a cologne-stealing ring.

Not having any real direction, one writer would lead me to another.

It feels really sad, to me, to go to a dark bedroom. It's like surrendering to the night or something.

I used to care about how I looked. Now I don’t care as much. Maybe it’s because I’m so handsome.

I learned a lot of good things in my school. I've audited a lot of other schools, and I guess after a while I got a little tired of the acting school atmosphere.

For whatever reason, I have an emotional life that wants to come out.

I was supposed to go out with this girl, but the plans mixed up because I was working late. So I went to her apartment with a flower. She was asleep, but I really wanted to see her. I figured I'd be like Romeo, and climbed up to her balcony and gave her a rose. She was very shocked. After that, it was over.