It's such a capricious, strange existence, basing your life on the whims of others, and basing your ebbs and flows of confidence and lack of confidence on the fact that people either choose you or don't.

I think that we live in a moment in time where people have a lot of information about a lot of people kind of instantly, but it's all sort of surface information and it doesn't really mean anything.

Some boys are particular about how they look. I'm not.

The great thing about getting older is living life.

Time moves on. You can't go back in time. Everything has a consequence, and the last episode of the last season is no exception.

We know that inevitably the millennials will get old and tired again, and then there will be the bilennials or trilennials, or whatever the next generation is, and we're all going to end up on our lawn shaking our fists in a bathrobe yelling at the moon.

In this ridiculously polarized, obstructionist world, the operating principle should be, Let's get something done. Not, Let's freeze everything.