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.

I collect things that just look retarded.

I had this whole ritual with my mother making the bed with me inside it so I would be invisible.

I think what my father appreciated was the science experiment of life. He had these kids, and they had their own experiences. He wanted us to discover the world for ourselves.

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

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.