I'm not a big fan of plastic surgery. Because it looks like you had plastic surgery.

I followed a girl I met in Japan to Los Angeles and ended up working in a motorcycle store. I quit the job one night, went to a party in the Hollywood Hills and ended up yelling at a bunch of people. Someone saw me yelling and asked me to be in a play. The first night, there was an agent in the audience who took me on and sent me out for jobs.

My twenties were carefree in the worst ways. There's a nice balance now of work ethic and healthy lifestyle and carefree attitude, which is pretty nice. You get to a point where you don't care so much what people think of you and you care more about yourself.

I'm not saying that I don't like the success of the job, but I really like going to work every day and I really like coming home and feeling satisfied with what I did today.

I don't think anyone wants to cuddle a zombie.

I love smashing stuff.

I'm constantly running away from everything. I'm running away from things on a daily basis. I run away from relationships. I run away from responsibilities.