I have one female fan. But she lives with me. I'm not aware of any others.

It's a struggle for me to watch things I've been in because I'm just distracted and self-critical.

The happiest moments for me, creatively, are doing readings of a play around a table where there's no audience.

I can't watch myself in interviews. I feel like I look like a wreck. My mom is always calling me and going, 'Stop fidgeting,' and it's like, 'You have no idea what it's like, Mom.'

I've worked very hard to become comfortable with how death works and why it happens. I now know that death isn't out to get me.

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.

Only by God's mercy and grace. We aren't worthy, we're all sinners, but we are because of Jesus dying for us.

In New Orleans, we celebrate everything. It's probably the only place you'll see people dancing in a funeral home.