As soon as I say I'm from Texas people say, "Oh, I'm sure the school was horrible" and they picture me wearing some barrel and suspenders and people are bucktoothed and ignoring me. But that's not the case. I just had zero interest. I wanted to finish my research in the woods or play guitar or go have a cigarette.

I talk about airplanes and things like that while my scars are on clear view.

Not many people have had as much bad luck as I have, but not many people have had as much good luck, either.

There's something a lot more self-conscious feeling when there's cameras coming in for close-ups. It makes you very aware.

Everything's happened to me. Nothing can happen to me now.

I always wonder, aside from even my name, what if my parents never split up? What if my mother never died? It swirls in my head all the time.

The ideal length of time for sex to last is the entire relationship, breaking only for snacks.