I was nicknamed 'Skeeter' in Little League because I was small and fast, like a mosquito flying across the outfield.

Any time I got in emotional turmoil, I felt sick all the time, like at any minute I would die.

There's a lot of reasons you can think of to say why you act, but I can only say that it just felt good. At the same time, it felt really painful. It's still troubling and stressful to me.

I think people could justify labeling me if they saw a pattern in what I do, but right now that's impossible.

Everyone's really lazy in L.A.

I grew up in a small farming town called Concord, outside Charlotte in North Carolina.

I would take William H. Macy as a teacher any day of the week. He's incredible. He's got a lot of hard-earned experience.