Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.

I am really in love with Sam, and it hurts very much.

It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.

You ever think Charlie, that our group is the same as any other group like a football team? And the only real difference between us is what we wear and why we wear it?

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real.

If the right thing came along, I would absolutely direct something I did not write because I love the process so much, but we'll see. I'm taking it day by day.

I just don't want you to worry about me, or think you've met me, or waste your time anymore.