I picked books by their covers - the worse the cover, the more I wanted to read it.

I've always wanted to have a book published - it was a dream of mine, but the thought of actually writing a book made me feel really sick.

I miss my Dad. My Dad loved cheesy monster movies, so we'd have Godzilla movie marathons. Those are some of my favorite memories, laughing at how the monster outfits were so bad, like black garbage bags for heads.

My father would often work all night and sleep during the day, so for us, dinner might be pancakes, and breakfast might be beef stroganoff.

I collect things that just look retarded.

I didn't read at all until I was 12. I just couldn't. It was too frustrating.

When we had to do book reports, I would pick a book that no one read and just make it up and turn that in. I got praised for my imagination.