I never know what I'm going to wear until five minutes before I go somewhere... I guess I know what I'm comfortable in. I don't know how to describe that, I mean you either put it on and go 'no way' or 'OK, let's go.'

Look at a picture of me before I was 15. I am a boy. I wore my brother's clothes, dude!

I was just fighting dwarves then hit my knee really hard.

I don't pretend to be perfect. I want people to see me as I am.

If you didn't have anxiety, then you wouldn't have passion for anything. The reason we have anxiety is because you care and you're thoughtful.

But, I'm kind of a control freak. I get really freaked out if I don't know what's going on and what's going to happen.

I was so sensitive and touchy in a way that my character would never be. I was so protective and defensive of young girls, and sex in general.