When an attractive but ALOOF ("cool") man comes along, there are some of us who offer to shine his shoes with our underpants. There are thousands of scientific concepts as to why this is so, and yes, yes, it's very sick but none of this helps.

I run a tight ship, but I try and make it seem like I'm not doing that at all.

The thing I call ‘my mind’ seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn’t really know its tenants.

This ability to exist in pieces is what some adults call resilience. And I suppose in some way it is a kind of resilience, a horrible resilience that makes adults believe children forget trauma.

I found myself compelled, like this weird, shameful compulsion to draw cute animals.

A man who has been dead for a week in a hot trailer looks more like a man than you would first expect.

Going on Letterman is like going off the high dive. It's exhilarating, but after a while it wasn't the kind of thrill I enjoyed.