I never sort of thought of myself as a comedy writer, by nature.

I have been envious of male characteristics, if not the men themselves. I'm jealous of the ease with which they seem to inhabit their professional pursuits: the lack of apologizing, of bending over backward to make sure the people around them are comfortable with what they're trying to do. The fact that they are so often free of the people-pleasing instincts I have considered to be a curse of my female existence.

I had always written. I had written stories and poems. Then I started writing plays.

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're a small business and you have to take care of yourself the way you would a small business and take care of yourself the way any small business owner would.

I always thought the saddest feeling in life is when you're dancing in a really joyful way and then you hit your head on something.

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.