I hate to do what I'm told, that's why I'm not good at 9-to-5s.

I have no control over what people think of me but I have 100% control of what I think of myself.

I was born fat and have always been, which was just fine and even healthy and cute until I turned ten or so. Puberty hit like a hurricane and brought a new set of rules. All of a sudden it was my fault I was chubby.

My dad liked to boil a squirrel head and suck the brains out the nose. Smaller than a chicken, bigger than a rat.

When I moved out of my mom's house at 18 I was almost as sad to leave her sewing machine behind as anything else.

This archaic idea - that a woman who is unmarried and childless at 30 is somehow unnatural - will probably always exist, and, like most social standards, it is ridiculous.

I can take care of a house, and some people I meet, I think, 'You don't even know how to make a bed.