It’s just a freak of fate that I’m paid to write, not paying to print my own books – but I’d be doing it anyway: it’s my life.

He’s a freak. Just like me. Just like all those Kane-a-nites out there! And you know what, Freaks are cool!

You would think so, and I do like stuff like that, and I like learning about it… but it freaks me out at the same time.

Fame freaks me out. Do you just wake up different? I don’t know how to scale it back if it gets too crazy.

I’m such a control freak, and it’s very hard for me to lose my inhibitions without something chemical inside me.

Touch my children and I will eat your hands off your freakin arms.

When women come up to me like I’m a freaking senator or I’m a doctor, it’s like damn, y’all like me? I look up to y’all

I was happy and I was free and I was living it up. I don’t regret that, because you know people, they try to make you feel like it was wrong that I used to show my boobs or like freaking walk around naked or strip and people would try to make me feel like I was wrong for doing that and then for a second, I would be like, ‘Why did I did that?’ And then I was like, ‘F*ck that!’ Because I had a good time

Another thing that freaks me out is time. Time is like a book. You have a beginning, a middle and an end. It’s just a cycle.