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 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.

I get asked to do benefits a lot and I've decided I've got to be a bit more discerning, I can't just do all of them. . . . I got asked to do a benefit for babies born addicted to crack. And I said well, all right, I'll help you raise money for them, but I think we both know what they're gonna spend it on.

I'm still going on bad dates when by now I should be in a bad marriage.

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

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

I always feel like rejection is my petrol. That's what keeps me going.