I love mysteries, and I read them every night before I go to bed.

I hate leaving home. I love what I do, but I'd love to go home every night.

I love life on the road. I'm in a different city every night and it never gets old.

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

There is nothing more I love more than being in a throw-down on a Saturday night.

By 9:30 at night, I go to bed.