I have a lot of rage about things that didn't happen to me, tied up with watching an immigrant, working-class father struggle to make his way through the world - and seeing how society was modeled to keep him in his place.

What's your name?" "Emma Gould," she said. "What's yours?" "Wanted." "By all the girls or just the law?

I normally can't stand vice-free people. They conflate a narcissistic instinct for self-preservation with moral superiority. Plus, they suck the life right out of a party.

I sort of play golf because a lot of my friends are into it, but I'm awful - my handicap is about six or seven thousand.

I have a lot of rage about things that didn't happen to me, tied up with watching an immigrant, working-class father struggle to make his way through the world - and seeing how society was modeled to keep him in his place.

That's the thing about being a victim; you start to think it'll happen to you on a regular basis. It's living with the reality of your own vulnerability, and it sucks.

You've learned that every good lie is threaded with truth and every accepted truth leaks lies.