My mother missed having dinner with Lyndon Johnson because she couldn't find the right hat to wear. While my father went off to the white house to break bread with the President, my mother, who's not a things and stuff person, stayed at the hotel and tried on 10 different hats and missed dinner.

We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That's what connects us-that we're all broken, all beautifully imperfect.

In the current climate, we live in a pessimistic and non-idealistic world.

I saw a headshot with the name 'Emilio Sheen' printed under it and it looked terrible.

Since the beginning of time, every child on the planet has endeavored to please their parents.

Young people need to re-engage with politics. The life of democracy depends on it. We've left it to the stuff shirts, and obviously they haven't been minding the store.

I'm a wonderful disaster. So are you. We're all a mess. We're in this culture that says take this pill and you'll be happy, go on this diet and you'll be thinner, have your teeth whitened, people will love you more.