I have a rule, and that is to never look at somebody's face while we're having sex; because, number one, what if I know the guy?

My grandmother, she passed away at Christmas time. So now, I have this built in sadness, you know, every holiday. 'Cause I'm plagued with the thought of, you know, what she would have given me. What didn't I get to open this year?

I'm all over the place, and I consider myself a bit of a scrounger: 'What will I do next, so I'm not broke?'

I used to think drinking was the only way to be happy. Now I know there is no way to be happy.

Anything can happen with a razor.

Women can really be who they are. I'm about to say the F word, feminist. Often that word has such a negative connotation.

I can't think of anything worse after a night of drinking than waking up next to someone and not being able to remember their name, or how you met, or why they're dead.