Super excited about things I'm going to do; never excited about things I'm actually doing.

It doesn't matter what you're chasing, when you get there you're gonna be like, "Oh, is this all? It kind of sucks."

Lordy, lordy, lordy do I love money. It is a character flaw, no doubt, one that springs from a panicked childhood in which I always felt as if our family was only a couple missed child support payments from being tossed onto the pitiless streets of our suburban New Jersey town.

I don't chase after things, but I put forward the effort and know the rest of it is out of my hands.

My process is surprisingly straightforward. I find myself with little to do over a stretch of time and I say, "I should write children's books today." Then I sit down and write a children's book, and if it takes more than, realistically, three hours, I feel like I've done something wrong.

I think people hate me pretty much across the board, which is nice.

I imagine there's a level of narcissism that goes into thinking you're enough.