Everyone Has Limits. Not Everyone

At A Certain R.p.m., There's Only One Way For Blood To Leave Your Body, And That's Through Your Eyeballs. That Means You're Dead.

I Had To Work With A Psychiatrist.

I'm Now A Member Of A Pretty Small Club.

I Once Wanted To Be A Stuntman. I Was Constantly On The Front Pages When I Was A Base Jumper. But If I Were A Stuntman, My Name Would Only Appear Right At The End Of The Closing Credits, Even Though I'd Risked My Life For Others.

I Can't Bear The Thought Of My Mother Having To Push Me Around In A Wheelchair. I'd Rather Die Quickly.