“I was raised to believe that you’re safe in God’s hands. But I don’t feel safe with myself.”

Well, I’m clearly not ugly.

I have no friends and I never leave my house.

I’ve come to the realization that if I don’t feel like sharing, then I’m just not going to share. But I’m not going to go out of my way to mislead people or keep them at a distance, because that doesn’t really get me anywhere either.

I’m just really confident sexually, and I think that sort of oozes out of my pores. It’s just there. It’s something I don’t have to turn on.

I’m one of those people who fiercely guards their privacy, so I hate doing interviews.

If there’s no sun, I go batshit crazy.

I’m smart and I can be really funny and interesting and I can go toe-to-toe with anybody in a conversation.

I resent having to prove that I’m not a retard.

Wonder Woman is lame. She flies around in an invisible jet, but she’s not invisible. I don’t get it.

When I was 14, I thought I was the coolest kid in school because I told everyone the jokes in FHM.

Once you let the words go, you have no control over how they’re printed or what the media does with them. So there’s no point in trying to make plans or to control it.

I like reading books that provide you with knowledge that you previously didn’t have. And books you have a chance to grow as a human being after reading them.

My biggest regret is that I’ve assisted the media in making me into a cartoon character. I don’t regret what has happened to me, but I regret the way I have dealt with it.

It’s an immense amount of pressure, celebrity itself.

I would really love to go on an archaeological dig.

Don’t let loneliness drive you back into the arms of someone who doesn’t give a damn about you.