At a brunch potluck, I realize that I do, in fact, hate everybody.

My dad once told me that he would rather I had an old boyfriend than a tall boyfriend. I don't know why, I think he's just feels stressed by... He' not that short I just think the idea of a really tall guy is super anxiety producing to him. And now I'm with neither old guy nor a very tall guy. So everything has worked out perfectly.

I don't think anyone would want to come to my gallery show.

I would have specific books [when I was 12 or 13] that had pages that I knew had sex on them that I would go and read.

My mom said the term heavy petting existed a lot when she was in high school.

I felt like my parents were always involved with abstraction, and I wanted to do something very specific.

Let's be reasonable and add an eighth day to the week that is devoted exclusively to reading.