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?

Always keep your anger bottled up. You might need a bottle of anger some day when friends come by and won't leave.

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!

I have to find work wherever it might be hiding.

I want to be so famous that drag queens will dress like me in parades when I'm dead.

I really detest movies like 'Indecent Proposal' and 'Pretty Woman' because they send a message to women that sleeping with a rich man is the ultimate goal and really that's such a small part of it.

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?