I used to think Twitter was a waste of time and sort of ran counter to my ability to be productive and to write and now Twitter feels like a really cool part of the creative experience.

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.

What a snarky jerk. (Obviously, I later slept with him.)

I hate to be the person that's like, "We're doing something that's never been done before."

I probably I went into my room alone [when I was six] and I was just like, how have I even, how can I even continue on this earth with this terrible, terrible knowledge [about sex].

I'd always loved movies, but it wasn't some sort of desperate love of celluloid. It was literally like, "I want to write things, and I want people to see them more."

I would be a horrible girlfriend at this point in my life, because I’m both needy and unavailable.