I'm very free-spirited.

It sometimes makes people feel better about themselves, you know, to put other people down, or make fun of them, or maybe make mockery of their work and that doesn't make me feel good at all.

I'm not a feminist. I hail men, I love men. I celebrate American male culture, and beer, and bars and muscle cars.

It’s not that I’ve been dishonest, it’s just that I loathe reality.

Then, when I'm in these relationships with people who are also creative, or creative in their own way, what happens is the attraction is initially there and it's all unicorns and rainbows. And then they hate me.

I don't need to be on top to know I'm worth it

All you care about is how punk rock you feel when you wake up in the morning.