I wasn't cocky, just confident; I went to an all black school, a white kid.

My first car, I got it in an auction at my temple. It was an '86 Volvo that I got for 500 bucks, and then wound up throwing $10,000 into the stereo system and put TVs in the foot rests. It was the most ridiculous Volvo you'd ever seen, but I had never had money before and I was out of my mind.

I've been in fights, but that doesn't make me cool or like a tough guy or more interesting actor, I'm not proud of it.

If I had more recreation time I would be able to step back and reflect on how life has changed. But it has been like a constant... boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

There's a form of selling out. It's necessary. You have to become edible for people in Texas. You have to become edible for the Christian right, for mass audiences.

I feel like I'm really honest in my interviews, to a fault. I've lost friends over it. Major friends. And I'm heartbroken about that.

If I could meet my mother and marry her, I would. I would be with my mother now, if she weren't my mother, as sick as that sounds.