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'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.

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.

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.

An interview is like a minefield.

Because whatever I feel inside, it has a place to go. It just saves me over and over and over again.