I love Prada. Not so much the clothes, which are for malnourished thirteen-year-olds, but I covet, with covety covetousness, the shoes and handbags. Like, I LOVE them. If I was given a choice between world peace and a Prada handbag, I'd dither. (I'm not proud of this, I'm only saying.)

Minsk! How pissed-off that sounded! It was great. You could scare the bejayzus out of someone if you said it right.

I like hoodies. They just make me feel safe.

I knew it, I just knew it! The person who had the job of writing my life's dialogue used to work on a very low budget soap opera.

I had spent my whole life feeling homesick. The only difference between the two of us was that I didn't know what or where home was.

I'd rather dig a ditch than go to a dinner party with people I don't know.

It's not like you take the right turning and you get everlasting happiness and you take the wrong one and your life's a disaster. In real life it's often impossible to tell which decision is the one you should make because what you stand to gain and what you stand to lose are sometimes-often-neck and neck.