I feel lucky because I was a nerd, which I talk about in the book, but I had academic success, so through that, because that's what my parents put a great deal of value on, I had a great childhood because I sort of fulfilled the expectations of being good at school.

It'd be great to be so famous that if I murder someone, I will never, ever, ever serve any jail time, even if it's totally obvious to everyone that I did it.

One friend with whom you have a lot in common is better than three with whom you struggle to find things to talk about.

I feel like the high-concept shows that have some kind of gimmick tend not to be the hit classic shows of all time.

If I gave my mother a knitted scarf she'd be worried I was wasting my time doing stupid stuff like knitting instead of school work. Presenting a homemade knitted object to my parents was actually like handing them a detailed backlog of my idleness.

If I'm going to be a mess, I might as well be a hot mess, right?

I feel the same way about clothes as I do about food. I want everything.