I think I do overshare, and I sometimes marvel that I do it. But it's sort of - in a way, it's my way of trying to understand myself.

I wanted to be, you know, just no different than anybody else.

My fear is that I will be crushed in an elevator and my mother will get hold of my journals from my adolescence.

He's a very strange guy, my father. I can't get mad at him because he's so adorable.

I don't know about understood. I think that unless you are forced to understand - unless it is an issue of yours - you wouldn't bother to.

Anything you can do in excess for the wrong reasons is exciting to me.

I am a spy in the house of me. I report back from the front lines of the battle that is me. I am somewhat nonplused by the event that is my life.