I was born with a fierce need for independence.

Relationships have always seemed very mysterious, and therefore worth exploring. I’m single, so it’s still kind of a mystery - a worthwhile mystery, one that I want to be on the scent of. I’m not lonely, and I think that has a lot to do with what’s on my bedside table rather than what’s in my bed.

I love things that are old and beautiful and tell a story, even if it's a sad one.

Grief is like a moving river, so that's what I mean by it's always changing. It's a strange thing to say because I'm at heart an optimistic person, but I would say in some ways it just gets worse. It's just that the more time that passes, the more you miss someone.

I've come to learn that the choices I labor over and go back and forth about and ask a million people for their opinions and make lists about those are always the wrong choices.

My poor mom really wants me to meet someone. I think she wanted to believe the Ryan Gosling rumor more than anybody.

I'm not lonely, and I think that has a lot to do with what's on my bedside table rather than what's in my bed.