I have a black Grandma and white Grandma. My white Grandma lives in Fort Lauderdale, paints, and teaches bridge. She's wonderful. My black Grandma, equally wonderful, is my neighbor across the street, Bobbie, who's always insisted that I call her Grandma, and honestly, over the years she's become a real Grandma to me.

There’s no key to the universe, you just have to point your way in one direction, keep going, keep going, keep going, and see what happens.

My parents have seen their ups-and-downs but are still married after 40 years, so that's something.

I've always given a lot of advice, whether I'm asked for it or not.

Every day when I open the mail I encounter a find with a brand-new brew of story and emotion.

I get emails from strangers every day asking for love advice, which is kind of counter-intuitive since I'm making a movie about what an idiot I am with relationships.

The place I write best is at the Angell Hall computer center on the University of Michigan campus, where I went to school. I still go over there and rock it through the night.