I spent the first fourteen years of my life convinced that my looks were hideous. Adolescence is painful for everyone I know but mine was plain weird.

This weird thing happens when you're in a movie that has some level of success. People start offering you all kinds of things and they just expect you to do them because they'll be good for your career. It's not about the project's integrity or anything like that.

The only concept or experience or core belief that I can attribute my other-ness to is that I just started out a weirdo and I stayed a weirdo. And it took me a long time to embrace my outsidership and see it as a strength rather than a weakness.

I've always loved sports and hockey is a sport I play as much as I can. I love it. In a weird way it's like church and therapy and exercise all rolled up into one. I mean when I play hockey I don't think about anything.

I keep getting these extraordinary letteres really weird ones from American sports stars - I've always thought you were one pretty lady and now that you're single I want to meet you for a drink.

When the going gets weird the weird turn pro.

I had ordered long legs but they never arrived. My eyes are weird too one is gray and the other is green. I have a crooked smile and my nose looks like a ski slope. No I would not win a Miss contest.

I know what I look like - a weird sad clown puppet. I'm fine with that.

Being on your own would be sad sick and weird. I don't trust myself. I need that balance.

We have to understand how the extremists got the way they are. Without that kind of understanding we'd never really get to know them. I put in nothing about their childhoods. But what I have put in is stuff about the weird symbiotic relationship between us and them.