I had all the fame anyone could want, and I ran away from it.

Math is one of my favorite subjects.

I'd made enough made money by the time I was 12 to never work again, so it's not about a big pay check with me.

I don't even know how to define myself. I'm a person who writes. It's something I enjoy, and hopefully people enjoy it as well.

I do have a family, and I do have friends, and so-called friends, and acquaintances, and many other people I see only around Christmas time. Maybe they could vouch for me. Maybe they could testify to my existence and save a part of me that thinks I'm no better than a bag of potato chips.

I'm the most out-of-work actor I know. In the last two years I've basically taken meetings for a living.

All the child-star clichés. I've tried very hard to avoid them all.