I have to take my shoes off, you guys.

I'm ridiculous in my oversharing; my mom and sister are very open but a little more judicious than me... and my father is a decidedly private person.

Artists themselves are neurotic and fearful people, and you can look at their work and figure out what they're scared of.

I still go to a party and say something embarrassing to someone, and then write them a weird e-mail about it the next day, and then write them a text because I think they didn't get the e-mail. No matter what happens with your level of success, you still have to deal with all the baggage that is yourself.

I think that social networking makes people more connected, yet more distant, so there are people with less ties to real friend groups and less a sense of self.

Here's who it's okay to share a bed with: . . . A heating pad. An empty bag of pita chips. The love of your life.

You can't give any exciting speech without misremembering things.