My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.

All I know is that you can chop up all the onions and the whatevers you want and put it on top of caviar, but you still can't disguise the fact that you're eating fish eggs. Ugh!

My mom is a little bit eccentric. I mean, she does - she has a lot of unique ideas. For example, she thought that I should have a child with her last husband, Richard, because it would have nice eyes.

I rarely think about my childhood. It's a slippery thing I can't keep hold of for long - it slithers out of my grasp. And a lot of the time I remember what was missing instead of what was there. I am a chronicler of absence.

It creates community when you talk about private things and you can find other people that have the same things.

My mother had an amazing life, and she's someone to admire.

I mean, most fun things are bad for you in one way or another.