Basically my new litmus test for people is, do they make me hear about a blow job they gave in the first ten minutes of us talking? And if they didn't then I can feel excited.

I'm really lucky because I surround myself onset with people who I really trust to give me feedback, so I'm directing myself.

The only time I felt like a weird exploiter - even though I knew I wasn't one - was when I was writing a sex scene between me and my adorable co-star [Adam Driver] in which he had to tell me how much he loved my potbelly. It seemed like a weird wish-fulfillment thing, where I'm directing my own fantasy.

I love what I do, I love every minute of it.

When someone anonymous tells me I'm fat, that's not a person to me. If they're not going to acknowledge me as a person, I'm certainly not going to acknowledge them as a person.

I value my health and my happiness. And I've realized exercise can give me both of those things.

Once, my little sister was walking down the street in her thick black glasses, and a homeless man muttered, Talk nerdy to me.