We had a death pact, and I have to keep my half of the bargain. Please bury me next to my baby in my leather jacket, jeans and motorcycle boots. Goodbye.

I'll probably die by the time I reach 25. But I'll have lived the way I wanted to.

We're really quite nice and friendly, but everyone has a beastly side to them, don't they?

I just cash in on the fact that I'm good looking, and I've got a nice figure and girls like me.

American audiences are just the same as any other audiences. Except a bit more boring.

I'm not chic, I could never be chic.

I've only been in love with a beer bottle and a mirror.