My brother always teases me about my forehead: 'I could eat off it!'

Well, I think I've had a fairly meandering career.

I like the way my own feet smell. I love to smell my sneakers when I take them off.

Real tears are not those that fall from the eyes and cover the face, but those that fall from the heart and cover the soul.

I get so nervous. I happen to be socially awkward and shy. I spent a lot of my time as an adult not going places.

I'm so glad I'm not 20 years old anymore. I was in a hurricane. I'm a lot calmer now. I don't cause destruction for myself and others everywhere I go.

I come from one of these hideous backgrounds where being sincere is like - ugh, you might as well kill yourself.