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?

We've all made mistakes that are similar in just trying to get by or make some money or feel good about ourselves.

It's a big deal about whether or not gays can march in the St. Patrick's Day Parade and I have to say that on some level I kind of see their point. Because when you think about it, it is a real macho heterosexual event. Bunch of guys in short skirts on a cart made of rose pedals sharing a bag pipe. That's not for sissies.

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?'

It goes Christmas, New Year's Eve, Valentine's Day. Is that fair to anyone who's alone? These are all days you gotta be with someone. And if you didn't get around to killing yourself at Christmas or New Year's, boom! There's Valentine's Day. I think there should be one more after Valentine's Day just called, 'Who could love you?'

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 slept with my mother until I was nine years old. It was OK for the first few years, and then I don't know what happened. I just couldn't do it anymore. I mean, sleeping with the same woman, night after night. Boring!