Whatever my intentions, whatever the truth of my claim, I had no business giving a lecture to a total stranger.

In fact if I see you drinking I'll come down on you like a ton of bricks and call your mom.

The idea of going down to Central or South American and taking ayahuasca and shitting my pants and puking in a circle of overprivileged white people is not my idea of a good time. That's not going to happen.

I smoked pot when I was a teenager because other kids were doing it, but I didn't enjoy it that much.

I did not want to raise a genetically compromised child. I did not want my children to have to contend with the massive diversion of parental attention, and the consequences of being compelled to care for their brother after I died. I wanted a genetically perfect baby, and because that was something I could control, I chose to end his life.

By the time the children go to bed, I am as drained as any mother who has spent her day working, car pooling, building Lego castles and shopping for the precisely correct soccer cleat.

It's incredibly important to me that my children don't put anything in their bodies that they haven't tested first - that's how you end up dying.