I had really bad obsessive-compulsive disorder. At its worst, I was compelled to leave my house at three o'clock in the morning and go out in the alley because I just knew that the paper-towel roll I threw in the recycling bin was uncomfortable, like it was lying the wrong way, and I would be down in the garbage.

Men are my bread and butter. It's what I live for! I have no shame about that.

My scars were reflecting the mist in your headlights I looked like a neon zebra, shaking rain off her stripes

I really don't think anything I do is a mistake. It could be if I didn't learn from it.

I don't think what I look like is relevant.

You know, I've always thought that it would be really funny if somebody made a romantic comedy where absolutely everything went well from beginning to end.

I'm not a functional person because I don't go on lunch dates with friends. I hear about people having dinner parties but I never do that. I'm not really human.