I don’t really read reviews… That’s not where my attention goes.

I never thought of myself as like, a funny person.

My fears came true: People called me fat and hideous, and I lived. And now I keep living.

I'd love to write something for a male protagonist. That's sort of the next frontier for me. I think it'd be really amazing to write the kind of parts that I love for women but for a guy.

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.

But ambition is a funny thing: it creeps in when you least expect it and keeps you moving, even when you think you want to stay put.

I’m not super thin, but I’m thin, for like, Detroit